“Which group is this”, he barked. A very warm way to welcome after we have an appointment with you which was taken days in advance. After we had explained that we were the group who had the time slot for presentation he checked and rechecked finally satisfying himself that in fact it was us who had booked the slot.
“We are late”, ofcourse, we are late my intelligent old man and that’s cause u came late. The earlier group has been waiting for half an hour and we have been standing at this lonesome corridor for over 20 mins just to make you listen our interesting presentation( we have no interests whatsoever that you listen to it, just say u have an A and we are gone)
Sumit starts the presentation. Totally unprepared he is after having spent the last two days looking after his girlfriend who had fallen ill at this time of all the unearthly hours. Sir , ahem, as you see we..we…we have taken…selected….we are going to discuss about GE….discuss about the control systems in GE. Excellent start for this already annoyed fellow. His face had the expression as if the exercise is a waste. I surely believe that the whole exercise was a waste. Two days and nights gone on something silly like finding vague differences of a particular company. Sir, u must have lost your head for giving us something like that.
Anyways, he continued. This is the MSSM model. “Have I asked you to relate it to the MSSM model”, he interrupted. O yes sir u did. In not very candid terms that too. I remember myself cursing under bated breath when I heard the preposterous idea. “Sir, we are trying to relate it to all concepts of Management control system” (the paper that this unforgiving old wretch takes).
“if u can justify what u have done its fine, else u will see”, o o now comes a threatening. We are minion criminals who are justifying ourselves in front of the local superintendent. U look more like some rural blighter who has lost his way to his farms. We will “see” getting a grade not of our liking or the one mentioned above. O sir, pls, pls ,pls don do this to us. u make me sick old chap. Go wash your face in the rains.
Our beloved friend Sumit now dropped another bomb on the bald mans head. “sir, as you can already see whats given in the slide I shall move forward”, now this bought a smile to my face. It added a new dimension to this mundane Friday morning. The old fellow seems to have a bad egg early morning my friend and if u give him what you are- we have had it. Not hoping much though, I know fully well what sort of an enlightened fellow he is, I maintained the smile on my face and tried studying the expression on our old chap.
It showed, no, it shouted of disgust and horror. He nodded his head as if to show, now u will “see”. Sumit went on though, as if he is still with the love of his life. Unaware of the world and the ppt on the screen. Sir, sir, and aa…… yes the reward system is a bell rounded curve….sorry….GE follows a well rounded system…… no GE has a forced distribution system….i don remember whether he could manage to say what he wanted but he moved on. The very interested and attentive fellow had risen from his dreams and he said “next person”
That was an indication that I had to speak “ as Sumit was describing about the culture I would like to mention” I had just started which was the opportune moment for our sleepy head of a professor to interrupt. Are u talking about culture. HELLLLLLO!!!!!! GOOD MORNING!!!!!!! KOI hain rather KUCH HAIN… “yes sir, I was describing about culture so that I could then talk of the control processes….
“hmmm, carry on”, he said after he had finished the poking, disturbing frustrating business.
I went on describing about the culture and then I came upon the philanthropic activites, I had mentioned something about volunteerism when he suddenly found himself in a restless position, he couldn control his emotions rather his unemotional act, “is this what happens everywhere.
Yes sir, they have 3500 volunteers in india who undertook various projects last year. I have data on china…..cut….
“but according to the data I have its is not prevelant everywhere"
My dear old friend you have nothing better to do early morning. If not volunteerism they must have taken some other philanthropic project. They are in 140 countries and have CSR everywhere and a culture of promoting welfare…..
I think he must have see from my face that I didn take that remark in best regards and he was one of the last persons in my good books he decided he has troubled me enough and hence called for the next speaker.
I didn’t care much with what happened after that. The old blighter was in his own world as always and neither were we in any mood to please his wild imaginations.
Do whatever u feel like and we shall ofcourse “see”.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
A day in college
A long day of cricket, a movie to celebrate the victory, a hearty dinner to celebrate the movie and a long drive to celebrate the dinner……. A lot of celebrations!!!!!!!!!........ Actually my life is a celebration with a few glitches in between…. So what would u want to do after such a long day…… celebrate life and retire to your bed…..the room where temperature is 5 degrees below room temperature ….a glass of cold milk ready on the side table…..pajamas laid out….the cushy bed wearing new scented sheets and soft music coming thru the surround system u installed a couple of weeks back…..I hear dreams calling
“Good night dad”, I said ready to drop down any second.
“Good night mom, I have to go to varun’s place tomorrow morning, will have breakfast with him”
“Where were u the entire day?” my mom inquired
This might not sound a strange question to u after my adventurous day but I could see the forthcoming doom….my beautiful dreams are ready to be turned into one of those nightmares where u get up gasping for breath….the ‘where’ actually set the tone….in the state that I was I hadn noticed that moms brains were doing over-time…..dad made himself look very disturbed at moms concern but I could see the devilish smile on his face which showed that I have had it this time….. He seemed to be preparing himself for a thoroughly entertaining evening ( hes the reason y I am so pampered)
I knew the volcano was about to burst and all that u could do at these times is just wait and say nothing….anything that u say can be held against u in the court of moms…..u have the right to remain silent and so shall u be….
U must have observed how one thing leads to another and that to another….and so after some loud decibel conversation(one-sided) I was ordered to resume college…..o did I mention I was in the final year of BCOM when no one spent a min inside the classrooms….the canteen was always buzzing with my mates though
“When was the last time u went to college” my mother continued( she had been speaking for well over 5 mins now…..
“ He thinks it’s a picnic spot where he would go for a holiday….a break from the daily chores of his ‘busy’ life” these beautiful words escaped my sisters mouth….all this while I was wondering why was she quite…. Friends, sisters are the breed of people who love to see you in trouble and when u have not been an angel of a brother u are in for some on an hourly basis…
And so it happened…..
Dad couldn’t have missed the sight….he was up early, earlier than usual….he wanted to go for his walk a bit early it seemed….I knew what was going on in his mind not giving him an opportunity to further enjoy at my plight I smiled at him and took the keys to the new car( u can make me go to college but not without my car)….dad looked so pleased he would have bought me another one that day…..
I must have reached early cause there was not a soul in sight but a watchman who looked at me quizzingly….I looked for the time….I am a few mins late(the usual 15 mins as rahul had mentioned somewhere on this beautiful page)….where is everyone….is it a holiday….have they changed college timings….I ignored the watchman and dashed off to class…..the teacher was not there….the class of course was empty….it looked as if no1 had used it for a couple of weeks…..air conditioners were not working….the walls had colored papers sticking thanks to the college fest a month back….A few more mins and making myself cozy in the room I waited for the unhappy soul coming to teach me….well he sure was unhappy to see me…. “What are u doing?”, he enquired
“Good morning sir, I have come for class”.
“U have come for class!!!, y, suddenly, y did u come to class?
A lot of y’s, he sure was unhappy that I disturbed his slumber hours….the prof has to be in class if theres a student…..after some thought he decided he is going to spent his next hour with me…..
“Should I start something, u will not come tomorrow, will u? he tried accusing me for not coming but looked more pleading by the end of the sentence pleading that I don’t disturb his intellectually stimulating naps early morning…..so he rambled on for an hour…he talked about students, behavior, how his salary is the same as the sweepers, y the government is a failure, nothing can be done of Bengal and y didn I give it a thought of going abroad….it turned out that he gets a commission for every student going abroad from a particular institute…..I didn know about him but he surely was testing my temper now…..I have no particular interest in ur stories….about ur pay how u couldn’t get into the company of ur choice etc. etc.
The hour finally ended, now he didn want to leave….I had been a patient listener and he seemed to be a man doing a life term in prison getting an opportunity to speak….a few mins later a beautiful woman entered….is she a teacher, she took the professors’ chair so she should be one….classes can’t be that bad after all….I made a mental note to come to college every Thursday to attend her classes…she was polite and asked about me before introducing herself….she did say something about the subject and the course I have no idea of and before I could start my chit-chat session with her the bald, fat, antique 60 year vice principal entered….
“May I borrow u Miss parekh, for 20 mins”, these English professors choose their words after much deliberation it seems…..so miss parekh is not returning….I decided to hit the canteen….a few people could now be spotted, all in the canteen though….
“1 coffee, sharmaji”…..
“How are u?’, where have u been sir?, nice to see u after a long time”
He actually meant, there are past dues mister, which need your instant attention.
“Arre sharmaji, I think I have some dues would u mind referring your books”
“2200”, he said without even blinking…these canteen fellows no exactly how much every1 owes them…..I knew he was right and now I cursed my wretched friend, all the treats and parties….especially after all of them had a hearty laugh when I gave them the min to min details of the proceedings at home…..none of them was available in the morning as they found it impossible to be up early from their beauty sleep…..
“Will be clearing everything next week” I said sipping the coffee….finishing the formalities with him I looked around….no one I know…..a boring boring day….where does mom get these ideas….college….as if one does not have better things to do….
Now that I have come I ll attend the last class as well and so I took back my place in class….the law teacher entered….now I know she is the kind of a woman u don’t mess around with….a disciplinarian, possessing a little extra of that commodity what teachers are made up of…..
“What are u doing in class?” ok I know I have not been regular to class but what would a student do in class other than wait for the teacher to do his/ her thing…..why is everyone asking the same question.
“Well whatever ur here for, u go and hide yourself on the 2nd floor and don come to class…..after 5 mins I would leave for home….if the vice principal catches u remember its u to be blamed for not being present in class….after sometime come down and go to the canteen or do whatever u feel like except coming to class” she ordered without waiting for my answer.
Now I have got orders, and I have got orders from teachers but none as interesting as this one. A professor is asking me to hide; to not say the truth and play the fool…..interesting story….mom would be pleased to learn this.
Some breed teachers are……..
“Good night dad”, I said ready to drop down any second.
“Good night mom, I have to go to varun’s place tomorrow morning, will have breakfast with him”
“Where were u the entire day?” my mom inquired
This might not sound a strange question to u after my adventurous day but I could see the forthcoming doom….my beautiful dreams are ready to be turned into one of those nightmares where u get up gasping for breath….the ‘where’ actually set the tone….in the state that I was I hadn noticed that moms brains were doing over-time…..dad made himself look very disturbed at moms concern but I could see the devilish smile on his face which showed that I have had it this time….. He seemed to be preparing himself for a thoroughly entertaining evening ( hes the reason y I am so pampered)
I knew the volcano was about to burst and all that u could do at these times is just wait and say nothing….anything that u say can be held against u in the court of moms…..u have the right to remain silent and so shall u be….
U must have observed how one thing leads to another and that to another….and so after some loud decibel conversation(one-sided) I was ordered to resume college…..o did I mention I was in the final year of BCOM when no one spent a min inside the classrooms….the canteen was always buzzing with my mates though
“When was the last time u went to college” my mother continued( she had been speaking for well over 5 mins now…..
“ He thinks it’s a picnic spot where he would go for a holiday….a break from the daily chores of his ‘busy’ life” these beautiful words escaped my sisters mouth….all this while I was wondering why was she quite…. Friends, sisters are the breed of people who love to see you in trouble and when u have not been an angel of a brother u are in for some on an hourly basis…
And so it happened…..
Dad couldn’t have missed the sight….he was up early, earlier than usual….he wanted to go for his walk a bit early it seemed….I knew what was going on in his mind not giving him an opportunity to further enjoy at my plight I smiled at him and took the keys to the new car( u can make me go to college but not without my car)….dad looked so pleased he would have bought me another one that day…..
I must have reached early cause there was not a soul in sight but a watchman who looked at me quizzingly….I looked for the time….I am a few mins late(the usual 15 mins as rahul had mentioned somewhere on this beautiful page)….where is everyone….is it a holiday….have they changed college timings….I ignored the watchman and dashed off to class…..the teacher was not there….the class of course was empty….it looked as if no1 had used it for a couple of weeks…..air conditioners were not working….the walls had colored papers sticking thanks to the college fest a month back….A few more mins and making myself cozy in the room I waited for the unhappy soul coming to teach me….well he sure was unhappy to see me…. “What are u doing?”, he enquired
“Good morning sir, I have come for class”.
“U have come for class!!!, y, suddenly, y did u come to class?
A lot of y’s, he sure was unhappy that I disturbed his slumber hours….the prof has to be in class if theres a student…..after some thought he decided he is going to spent his next hour with me…..
“Should I start something, u will not come tomorrow, will u? he tried accusing me for not coming but looked more pleading by the end of the sentence pleading that I don’t disturb his intellectually stimulating naps early morning…..so he rambled on for an hour…he talked about students, behavior, how his salary is the same as the sweepers, y the government is a failure, nothing can be done of Bengal and y didn I give it a thought of going abroad….it turned out that he gets a commission for every student going abroad from a particular institute…..I didn know about him but he surely was testing my temper now…..I have no particular interest in ur stories….about ur pay how u couldn’t get into the company of ur choice etc. etc.
The hour finally ended, now he didn want to leave….I had been a patient listener and he seemed to be a man doing a life term in prison getting an opportunity to speak….a few mins later a beautiful woman entered….is she a teacher, she took the professors’ chair so she should be one….classes can’t be that bad after all….I made a mental note to come to college every Thursday to attend her classes…she was polite and asked about me before introducing herself….she did say something about the subject and the course I have no idea of and before I could start my chit-chat session with her the bald, fat, antique 60 year vice principal entered….
“May I borrow u Miss parekh, for 20 mins”, these English professors choose their words after much deliberation it seems…..so miss parekh is not returning….I decided to hit the canteen….a few people could now be spotted, all in the canteen though….
“1 coffee, sharmaji”…..
“How are u?’, where have u been sir?, nice to see u after a long time”
He actually meant, there are past dues mister, which need your instant attention.
“Arre sharmaji, I think I have some dues would u mind referring your books”
“2200”, he said without even blinking…these canteen fellows no exactly how much every1 owes them…..I knew he was right and now I cursed my wretched friend, all the treats and parties….especially after all of them had a hearty laugh when I gave them the min to min details of the proceedings at home…..none of them was available in the morning as they found it impossible to be up early from their beauty sleep…..
“Will be clearing everything next week” I said sipping the coffee….finishing the formalities with him I looked around….no one I know…..a boring boring day….where does mom get these ideas….college….as if one does not have better things to do….
Now that I have come I ll attend the last class as well and so I took back my place in class….the law teacher entered….now I know she is the kind of a woman u don’t mess around with….a disciplinarian, possessing a little extra of that commodity what teachers are made up of…..
“What are u doing in class?” ok I know I have not been regular to class but what would a student do in class other than wait for the teacher to do his/ her thing…..why is everyone asking the same question.
“Well whatever ur here for, u go and hide yourself on the 2nd floor and don come to class…..after 5 mins I would leave for home….if the vice principal catches u remember its u to be blamed for not being present in class….after sometime come down and go to the canteen or do whatever u feel like except coming to class” she ordered without waiting for my answer.
Now I have got orders, and I have got orders from teachers but none as interesting as this one. A professor is asking me to hide; to not say the truth and play the fool…..interesting story….mom would be pleased to learn this.
Some breed teachers are……..
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Ca(n)seeno
What do u call heavy rains in the month of April on a day when the sun is at its supreme glory, a man in his tux in a casual get together, a pinch of salt in your cup of tea? Something like, ‘out of place’. Exactly the way I felt when I found myself in a CASINO. With the drinks doing its rounds, the foggy atmosphere, the screaming, the whining, the disgust, the pain. A plethora of human expressions with one lacking- and that my friens is happiness.
Let me take you to the very beginning. We are in Nepal. My father and I have come for a very short visit, mainly business purposes. We don have much to do for the night so we decide to check out a casino in Kathmandu. We are in a jovial mood, accomplishing the task we have come here for. Looking forward to a pleasant and eventful evening we start our journey to Casino Anna supposedly the best of the lot in the city.
We pay for the highly inflated taxi and step out as the keeper opens the gate with a ‘salaam’. A colourful extravaganza, with beautiful lights the trees and the red carpet laid out for our welcome. As soon as u enter u feel that u have come to a different world and after close inspection u find the semidark room containin slot machines and those video gambling games. One also has an electronic roulette table. Here the bids are low, generally beginners flocking the room. So is this what you call a casino. Its quite small, not much fun and does not look like a harmful place at all. A kids video game parlour where you can gamble.
Well I didn’t know that this is just the beginning. After a couple of rounds of the small room I find the stairs takin me to the second floor. This is the place we are looking for. Exactly like some hindi movie. Ppl smoking heavily, drinking heavily and betting heavily ( breathing….well that too heavily after the bets)…..well I had imagined myself to gel into the place but what happened was quite the opposite…..noone is here to help…..the grey suited fellows keeping a tab on the tables and the breast jacketed ones dealing…..a roulette table, all kind of card games from blackjack to flush to kitty but no one to get me accustomed to them…..
The drinks were on the house along with snacks….. my father ordered his pale drink and munched into the manchurian and announced hes not gambling (so who is)….gives me ten thousand and leaves me alone in this world of professional gamblers……ok…..no problem…..i like challenges…..so I got my management brains working…..understand the game, competition, environment and bets, pretty much in the said sequence……
Lets start gambling fellows…..understand game…..which game….roulette….o that game has been taken over by some strange ppl…..i find this man in his early twenties with his mountains of chips…..before every round he manages to place all his chips on the board…..he does that with hysterical freakiness without much introspection and places his chips all over the table and takes his positions on half of them available…..1st lesson learnt…..don think while gambling trust ur instincts and be bold…..the other table a rich blighter was orderin the grey suited supervisor to book the entire table for him and his frien….this meant big and large bets……lesson no 2….money speaks, not only speaks in this case it screams……lets see the card games….no I cant play black jack….kitty, whats that….theres a huge commotion at the table…..so many ppl, never going to get a chance to play…….i finally spot this table…..5 cute girls, ahem, and they are playing flush……now flush is what I can play….a simple 3 card game without much use of ur grey matter……I take the vacant seat and ask the dealer to continue as I want to see before I bet…..so these girls continue doing their thing….girls about my age…….probably from india and all dressed up as if it’s the mayors party….. I call the supervisor….” I need some help here” I said. He went thru the intricacies of the game in 2 mins and said “ Sir I think we should get some chips and get started”…..”hmmmm, yes I think we can start now, so gimme chips worth 2000”, I said
He gave me a disapproving look…”Sir this wont do for more than a couple of games”
“ don worry about the money, I need to get a hang of the game”
“ As u wish, but I would suggest you to be bold, u might lose initially but my experience says that the bold generally win”
“2000 will do at the moment” and I rested the argument
He came with two red chips….and I got them exchanged at the counter for 20 yellow ones……..and we are on a roll….. the game was something I was comfortable with…..competition-5 young innocent girls, I have soaked in the environment and I am ready to bet and bet big…..management says I have the odds in my favour…..i never knew my fundas could be so mistaken……..i start and the supervisor helps for a few games…..i get the hang of it and I am at par even after 5 mins…..the manager takes his leave and I am ready to take on the dealer on my own….i roll up my t- sleeves set myself on the chair….the girl adjacent lights a cigarette and the one next to me adjusts her top….ok no distractions…..we are on a mission……but at this determined moment the girl next to me gives me the dice….”ur turn” she said….and I looked at her for the first time….well she was the kind of a girl who would make u rock back on ur heels with a startled whistle……her eyes were a deeper shade of blue than the sky, her nose……………no no noooooo we are moving away from our objective…..concentrate……
For the next few games I have the luck on my side and I wont be bragging if I say I made a killing out of it…..the size of my bets increased…..my voice came back and I found myself creating a commotion at the table…..yellllo ladies…..” I am winning”…… then came a tense situation, I have betted heavily and i have a pair of aces on me but should I go ahead…..this could be a defining moment…….i was contemplating what to do when the girl next to me (who had actually stopped playing some time back) came closer and whispered in my ears “ We can do it”….....i blinked…......
“Do u really think we can do it?” I said trying to make some conversation( ok ok I was panicking)….. she looked into my eyes…….as if studying something……a slight nod….something like a half wink…..a hand on my lap and she affirmed in a soft voice “ We can do it.”
I didn’t last long……I lost the game and all the money I bet after the “do it” episode…..what do u mean ‘we’….i am playing….stupid hot woman…..made me lose all my loot….i have to start afresh…..but now I found that the manager was right 2000 is only for a couple of games…..and I lost 1200 in just 2….i am not bettin with just 800 in my kitty and as I looked around the “do it” girl smiled as if hoping that I played a little longer…..again the soul searching stare…..and before she could say something, dad appeared out of nowhere….
”Time to go” he said,"We have an early morning flight."
Yes we do…………………
Let me take you to the very beginning. We are in Nepal. My father and I have come for a very short visit, mainly business purposes. We don have much to do for the night so we decide to check out a casino in Kathmandu. We are in a jovial mood, accomplishing the task we have come here for. Looking forward to a pleasant and eventful evening we start our journey to Casino Anna supposedly the best of the lot in the city.
We pay for the highly inflated taxi and step out as the keeper opens the gate with a ‘salaam’. A colourful extravaganza, with beautiful lights the trees and the red carpet laid out for our welcome. As soon as u enter u feel that u have come to a different world and after close inspection u find the semidark room containin slot machines and those video gambling games. One also has an electronic roulette table. Here the bids are low, generally beginners flocking the room. So is this what you call a casino. Its quite small, not much fun and does not look like a harmful place at all. A kids video game parlour where you can gamble.
Well I didn’t know that this is just the beginning. After a couple of rounds of the small room I find the stairs takin me to the second floor. This is the place we are looking for. Exactly like some hindi movie. Ppl smoking heavily, drinking heavily and betting heavily ( breathing….well that too heavily after the bets)…..well I had imagined myself to gel into the place but what happened was quite the opposite…..noone is here to help…..the grey suited fellows keeping a tab on the tables and the breast jacketed ones dealing…..a roulette table, all kind of card games from blackjack to flush to kitty but no one to get me accustomed to them…..
The drinks were on the house along with snacks….. my father ordered his pale drink and munched into the manchurian and announced hes not gambling (so who is)….gives me ten thousand and leaves me alone in this world of professional gamblers……ok…..no problem…..i like challenges…..so I got my management brains working…..understand the game, competition, environment and bets, pretty much in the said sequence……
Lets start gambling fellows…..understand game…..which game….roulette….o that game has been taken over by some strange ppl…..i find this man in his early twenties with his mountains of chips…..before every round he manages to place all his chips on the board…..he does that with hysterical freakiness without much introspection and places his chips all over the table and takes his positions on half of them available…..1st lesson learnt…..don think while gambling trust ur instincts and be bold…..the other table a rich blighter was orderin the grey suited supervisor to book the entire table for him and his frien….this meant big and large bets……lesson no 2….money speaks, not only speaks in this case it screams……lets see the card games….no I cant play black jack….kitty, whats that….theres a huge commotion at the table…..so many ppl, never going to get a chance to play…….i finally spot this table…..5 cute girls, ahem, and they are playing flush……now flush is what I can play….a simple 3 card game without much use of ur grey matter……I take the vacant seat and ask the dealer to continue as I want to see before I bet…..so these girls continue doing their thing….girls about my age…….probably from india and all dressed up as if it’s the mayors party….. I call the supervisor….” I need some help here” I said. He went thru the intricacies of the game in 2 mins and said “ Sir I think we should get some chips and get started”…..”hmmmm, yes I think we can start now, so gimme chips worth 2000”, I said
He gave me a disapproving look…”Sir this wont do for more than a couple of games”
“ don worry about the money, I need to get a hang of the game”
“ As u wish, but I would suggest you to be bold, u might lose initially but my experience says that the bold generally win”
“2000 will do at the moment” and I rested the argument
He came with two red chips….and I got them exchanged at the counter for 20 yellow ones……..and we are on a roll….. the game was something I was comfortable with…..competition-5 young innocent girls, I have soaked in the environment and I am ready to bet and bet big…..management says I have the odds in my favour…..i never knew my fundas could be so mistaken……..i start and the supervisor helps for a few games…..i get the hang of it and I am at par even after 5 mins…..the manager takes his leave and I am ready to take on the dealer on my own….i roll up my t- sleeves set myself on the chair….the girl adjacent lights a cigarette and the one next to me adjusts her top….ok no distractions…..we are on a mission……but at this determined moment the girl next to me gives me the dice….”ur turn” she said….and I looked at her for the first time….well she was the kind of a girl who would make u rock back on ur heels with a startled whistle……her eyes were a deeper shade of blue than the sky, her nose……………no no noooooo we are moving away from our objective…..concentrate……
For the next few games I have the luck on my side and I wont be bragging if I say I made a killing out of it…..the size of my bets increased…..my voice came back and I found myself creating a commotion at the table…..yellllo ladies…..” I am winning”…… then came a tense situation, I have betted heavily and i have a pair of aces on me but should I go ahead…..this could be a defining moment…….i was contemplating what to do when the girl next to me (who had actually stopped playing some time back) came closer and whispered in my ears “ We can do it”….....i blinked…......
“Do u really think we can do it?” I said trying to make some conversation( ok ok I was panicking)….. she looked into my eyes…….as if studying something……a slight nod….something like a half wink…..a hand on my lap and she affirmed in a soft voice “ We can do it.”
I didn’t last long……I lost the game and all the money I bet after the “do it” episode…..what do u mean ‘we’….i am playing….stupid hot woman…..made me lose all my loot….i have to start afresh…..but now I found that the manager was right 2000 is only for a couple of games…..and I lost 1200 in just 2….i am not bettin with just 800 in my kitty and as I looked around the “do it” girl smiled as if hoping that I played a little longer…..again the soul searching stare…..and before she could say something, dad appeared out of nowhere….
”Time to go” he said,"We have an early morning flight."
Yes we do…………………
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Morning class....
“Damn, where is that silly comb, I swear from tomorrow I will be getting up early”, I said to myself sulking under puffed breath. Just come out of my bath and putting on my jeans and a t-shirt I was about to leave the room when I remembered I had to do something to my messed up hair. I have a class in 12 minutes on the dot. A lot of time to go for any class but today its Friday and the teacher is a psychic. Well I did my best to get that 10 gram object out from somewhere; sometimes such small things can make so much of a difference. After a couple of minutes and still unable to recover the object from the rabble I decided to go to class. A few strokes with my hand and I was ready to face the world ( hair- who cares)
Done with the comb I rushed to the lift. It said 3rd floor. Must have missed it by a whisker. Shit, when its not ur day, its just not ur day. After halting at 4 more stations (of course the lift was traversing downwards when I had reached the grey metal doors). I climbed into it and after another 3 stops I finally landed. Another 4 mins, I was on the wire. Now I started sprinting towards my classroom. On the way I met saurav, sumit, puja, and some more beautiful people but I could not place them at the moment. At this opportune time your friends seem to be your enemies, why the hell do u want me to wave at u and say good morning. Least of al,l has this morning been good.
“Whats wrong with your hair, it looks like a birds nest on the loose”, someone remarked. I surely do not have time at the moment and I am sorry to have offended your eyes but I must take off and now I ran as if there was no tomorrow. Slowed down when I could see my destination. Ah, I have made it, still have two minutes. When I reached the place the teacher was already there, so what I am on time. So I decided to push open the door and filled the room with my
“may I come in sir”
“You are late”, he said.
I looked down at my watch; it says I am on time. I gave him a puzzled look. I wanted to say sir I am on time but I thought that probably my watch is not working properly. Today, its one of those days when nothing can go right and yes the watch must have deceived me.
“What is the reason for your coming late to class, haven’t I made myself clear that you have to be in class on time”, he barked.
Just to check my luck I pointed to my watch and said, “Sir, I am on time”.
“What time is it by your watch” he said annoyingly
“Its 9:15, Sir”, I replied courteously
“No it is not, and you are late for class”
I was like, is this man insane, he knows I am on time, why is he creating all the fuss, probably he didn like my hairdo today
“Sir, but according to the watch I am on time” I said pointing to the class watch now.
He was not amused at all and what followed didn amuse me a bit
The doctorate in some field of management now opened his mouth to utter some of the strangest words I have ever heard in my life. The man went on
“You can be on time only if u enter class before me. Its 9:15 when I enter, I do not go by your class watch or by the watch on your hand”.
Now what does that suppose to mean, I thought. Give me a watch that you follow u dumb fool (I started to lose my temper now. Is this some silly dictatorship)
I think it is, for the silly old man went on for another couple of minutes and said vague things about time management(I am sure he had no clue to what he was saying.)
I gave in after that, if his time isn’t precious, mine is. :”Sorry Sir, it won’t happen again”. was all I said, of course all courtesy gone. He moved his belly a bit towards class and motioned me to come in.
Now I have to tolerate this man for another 75 mins……HELP!!!!!
Done with the comb I rushed to the lift. It said 3rd floor. Must have missed it by a whisker. Shit, when its not ur day, its just not ur day. After halting at 4 more stations (of course the lift was traversing downwards when I had reached the grey metal doors). I climbed into it and after another 3 stops I finally landed. Another 4 mins, I was on the wire. Now I started sprinting towards my classroom. On the way I met saurav, sumit, puja, and some more beautiful people but I could not place them at the moment. At this opportune time your friends seem to be your enemies, why the hell do u want me to wave at u and say good morning. Least of al,l has this morning been good.
“Whats wrong with your hair, it looks like a birds nest on the loose”, someone remarked. I surely do not have time at the moment and I am sorry to have offended your eyes but I must take off and now I ran as if there was no tomorrow. Slowed down when I could see my destination. Ah, I have made it, still have two minutes. When I reached the place the teacher was already there, so what I am on time. So I decided to push open the door and filled the room with my
“may I come in sir”
“You are late”, he said.
I looked down at my watch; it says I am on time. I gave him a puzzled look. I wanted to say sir I am on time but I thought that probably my watch is not working properly. Today, its one of those days when nothing can go right and yes the watch must have deceived me.
“What is the reason for your coming late to class, haven’t I made myself clear that you have to be in class on time”, he barked.
Just to check my luck I pointed to my watch and said, “Sir, I am on time”.
“What time is it by your watch” he said annoyingly
“Its 9:15, Sir”, I replied courteously
“No it is not, and you are late for class”
I was like, is this man insane, he knows I am on time, why is he creating all the fuss, probably he didn like my hairdo today
“Sir, but according to the watch I am on time” I said pointing to the class watch now.
He was not amused at all and what followed didn amuse me a bit
The doctorate in some field of management now opened his mouth to utter some of the strangest words I have ever heard in my life. The man went on
“You can be on time only if u enter class before me. Its 9:15 when I enter, I do not go by your class watch or by the watch on your hand”.
Now what does that suppose to mean, I thought. Give me a watch that you follow u dumb fool (I started to lose my temper now. Is this some silly dictatorship)
I think it is, for the silly old man went on for another couple of minutes and said vague things about time management(I am sure he had no clue to what he was saying.)
I gave in after that, if his time isn’t precious, mine is. :”Sorry Sir, it won’t happen again”. was all I said, of course all courtesy gone. He moved his belly a bit towards class and motioned me to come in.
Now I have to tolerate this man for another 75 mins……HELP!!!!!
A walk....down....memory lane
Have u ever wondered why we have museums?, why do governments spend public money to store artifacts? or why do we need to enshrine and collect all sorts of material for future generations?....well lemme first say that museums are ofcourse not a place for couples looking for privacy, we do not want those stones and rock pieces or the once used valuables to witness u get romantic....well the oblivious moved out i would like to say that museums are not a place to get your family together and go for a picnic....the authorities do not invest into it to see your children moving around with their wilows to smack some strange kind of a sphere and then admire the smack with the intensity and speed of the its flight.....and ofcourse we could do a lot better by making an effort to preserve our ecology rather than collect used stuff for the generations to follow.....
Then what are these large buidings with hoards of unwanted stuff doing....from the pyramids of egypt to the louvre in france.....from all those churches in rome boasting of michealangelo to the ajanta and ellora caves, from the once upon a time palaces of kings to prehistoric temples....baffling.... atleast to me, not when i think what are they for but when i wonder that it still does manage to get people visit these humongous places.....don get me wrong I never said that they are useless, infact, my purpose is just the opposite….i for one am all for museums…..i think I have this fascination for history…..highest in class in the subject( yes I know u dread, but all kinds of ppl make the world and I belong to the strange group of people who make up the strange place called earth)…..
Not digressing from the topic museums are a place where I can spend entire weekends….trust me it’s a wonderful way to spend ur holiday…..the atmosphere is peaceful, and the images serene…..the beautiful artifacts will captivate u for the entire months…..after a visit I generally keep on visualizing my visit….just to imagine how people used to live…..the kind of technology in their times…..their strategies of life or for a teenager today their strategies of survival(ofcourse u cannot live without an i-pod, without that latest mobile handset, electricity and cars, air conditioners are of course a part of our own body)…..
My latest visit was to the Salarjung palace in Hyderabad…..loved to see things from the perspective of the once richest man in the world…..transfixed….his lifestyle, his interests, his hobbies, and over the period collected valuables are just mesmerizing…..his love for art is something worth mentioning….the sculptures and the water works shall take ur breath away….the detailing of the artists…..well did I mention about the architecture of the building and his working staff…. U would need the best of managers of the times to control such an affair, the best of technicians…..again, the detailing…..and if after all that ur heart still craves for more take an autorikshaw to the Choumala palace under renovation but open to public…..and what u get to see would be something you never forget for a lifetime…..the throne, nizam’s bedroom, drawing room, reading room as he had left it…..something like the one in trimurti in delhi but the grandeur here is something else……
I would not go into the details and nor would I be answering the questions I asked in the beginning of the post…..something for u to think over….
Then what are these large buidings with hoards of unwanted stuff doing....from the pyramids of egypt to the louvre in france.....from all those churches in rome boasting of michealangelo to the ajanta and ellora caves, from the once upon a time palaces of kings to prehistoric temples....baffling.... atleast to me, not when i think what are they for but when i wonder that it still does manage to get people visit these humongous places.....don get me wrong I never said that they are useless, infact, my purpose is just the opposite….i for one am all for museums…..i think I have this fascination for history…..highest in class in the subject( yes I know u dread, but all kinds of ppl make the world and I belong to the strange group of people who make up the strange place called earth)…..
Not digressing from the topic museums are a place where I can spend entire weekends….trust me it’s a wonderful way to spend ur holiday…..the atmosphere is peaceful, and the images serene…..the beautiful artifacts will captivate u for the entire months…..after a visit I generally keep on visualizing my visit….just to imagine how people used to live…..the kind of technology in their times…..their strategies of life or for a teenager today their strategies of survival(ofcourse u cannot live without an i-pod, without that latest mobile handset, electricity and cars, air conditioners are of course a part of our own body)…..
My latest visit was to the Salarjung palace in Hyderabad…..loved to see things from the perspective of the once richest man in the world…..transfixed….his lifestyle, his interests, his hobbies, and over the period collected valuables are just mesmerizing…..his love for art is something worth mentioning….the sculptures and the water works shall take ur breath away….the detailing of the artists…..well did I mention about the architecture of the building and his working staff…. U would need the best of managers of the times to control such an affair, the best of technicians…..again, the detailing…..and if after all that ur heart still craves for more take an autorikshaw to the Choumala palace under renovation but open to public…..and what u get to see would be something you never forget for a lifetime…..the throne, nizam’s bedroom, drawing room, reading room as he had left it…..something like the one in trimurti in delhi but the grandeur here is something else……
I would not go into the details and nor would I be answering the questions I asked in the beginning of the post…..something for u to think over….
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