Monday, January 2, 2012

Sambhar and Aloo ka Paratta (3)


First day in Collge...

Appa accompanied me to the auditorium, the verification of marksheets, documents and other formalities were conducted there.
i trudged along with Appa into the this huge auditorium, wow i said, looked exactly like the colosium i had seen in the
movie gladiator's just that this had a roof, or well just the feeling was so big that i could even put the grandier
of a shankar's movie or rajni's stunt's to shame. i watched as guy's and girl's made their way through to the admission table
to get their ID's, Hostel room details and stuff. Muthu called out one of the attendant's, they were manily senios' who
were helping out with the college admission and stuff. "Yes Madam" i replied in a loud voice, the new joinee's who had come
suddenly turned around and started laughing and giggling, i could not understand what was wrong, is it wrong to give
respect to one's senior i thought, the senior came toward's me and Appa... Muthu,

Yes i replied in a polite manner, please come with me... and you can call be akriti..
madam looks too formal call me by my name...

The formalities took close to 30 min's to complete, nearing completion i was asked for the size of my T-Shirt

Large in replied, but all that was left was XXL,hmm it's ok i will take it i replied.

room "07" is your room please proceed to the same...
Hmmm ok i said as my voice was slowly comming down, suddenly some kind of a fear was gripping me
No it was not ragging, as it is not at all prevelant... or was it leaving my Appa all alone.. hmm

Appa and i reached the Hostel gate, suddenly i heard a loud voice behind me "Aree Puttar rukhhh jaaa"
"Oye Dharmendarrrrr rukkkhhh toh jaaaa"...

Meet Jaspinder Singh Lakpal... uff Jappy...

Jaspinder looked like a complete punjabi to me, by what i have heard about them Over the Top,but true to heart
and alway's the best friend one could have.

Nahiiin Maaa, mat rokh mujhe... No Maa dont stop me now, pleasee i have to gooooo.....

i was wondering, Mann he must have topped the entrance test and his urge to go ahead and compete was just
unquestionable...

Well that's exactly what his Mom would have had thought... but then reality was far from it..

It seems the extra Samosa and the large glass of Lassi had done it's trick on Jassi, and he just wanted to
offload the extra baggage he was carrying...

Rukhhh jaa Puttar grabbed his Mom, Maa Asshirwad de as he touched her leg, aur "Two Min Rukh"
main abhiii ayyaaa....

Hmmmm... then i heard someone call me from behind...

Hey Dude...

i turned around, there was this this guy with this english accent, complete bald head and a thin streak of beard
running across his cheek..

hey dude he called again...

By my experience in the Delhi Railway station in the morning i realised Dood mean's milk in Hindi.

i replied, yes it is available in the canteen...

He said "What the F,,,,"

comming from a humble town of Madurai, words like Dude,Buddy,Shucks... and obviously the word they should make it as
legen "F,,,,", were new to me which i would go on to discover later in my experience in Delhiii.

Bhai, i am calling you man, got some change.. the "F,,,in Autowala is bloddy raping me in broad daylight"

Meet Robert Patchesten... aka Rob... born in Dubaiii a christian with roots in Goa....

Yes, how much you need i asked, give me a 30, he said...

Hmmm... i started groppling with the money in my hand, i dont have the habbit of keeping a purse,
i always carried money in my shirt pocket.

Yeah bud that will do, and he grabbed 50 bucks from my hand and gave it to the autowala....

Whatttt... you are giving 20 Rs extra i exclaimed....

Chill man ... i owe you that money i will give it back eeee....

Hmmm i wondered ghosh God bless the guy who are going to be roomates of the Singh and this Phoringer i wondered
and gave a small prayer to the Lord, man is the guy going to go through nightmare i smiled and made my way to my room

The Door to Room "07" was half open, as i wondered to my horro i saw Jappy in one of the bed's

when i heard i voice from behind... Hey Bud we are going to have some Good Time eeee...

Damn it was Me with Jappy and Rob... God can save the Queen some other day, now i badly needed his help.


- To be Continued

- Anand

Sambhar and Aloo ka Paratta (2)

I sank into my bed in my room, i looked up at the lord Ganesha's pic. I was still not able to digest that i had just got into the biggest schools of engineering, also got into neck deep trouble. i told myself "idliangam suthi suthi adikaporange da vne" sub titles "idliangam those northies are going to have you for breakfast,lunch and dinner. I would be their 24X7 entertainment channel. Appa called me for dinner, but all these sudden happening's around me had somehow robbed me of my hunger. i settled down for a glass of milk and got into bed.
Appa had got the tickets booked for delhi, this was the first time i was going out of Madurai. My heart sank, far away from home, away from Appa, my friends, and "Rice" :'( . Being a resident of the southern part of the country, love for rice comes all but naturally to me. I still remember when i used to ask my grandma, whats for breakfast paati "grandma in Tamil", she would say with pride "Pongal and Gothsu" Pongal is a rice item made with equal measure of Dal and Gothsu, well it is a type of sambar, people from chennai and southern part might have their mouths watering at this deadly combination, this combination would give even the strongest sleeping pills a tough competition. I remember the days that i would struggle to stay awake after gorging on Pongal.
It was time to leave, Appa called me up saying "Beta" take Amma and the god's blessing. Yeah my amma is no more it has been 2 years, she was fighting brain tumor. I had found it very difficult to cope with her loss, So much so that it took me into depression. i was always jovial, i loved talking to people but somehow, the void of missing my amma was very difficult for me, she was my strength she was the one who made me believe that i could make it big, i was born with Dyslexia, i struggled with words and speech also came very late to me, In fact at the very beginning a lot of my relatives had told my parents to put me in a school for the special children. It was only due to the efforts of my parents that not only have i picked up speech, that nowadays i suffer from verbal dysentery.
Amma you only have to save me, as i did my namaskarams, this was the day she waited for, and when i had that achievement, god did not allow her share of happiness. It is right when they say that "God doesn't give you everything, cause if he did we would stop remembering him". I somehow managed to place my large suitcase and carry bag in the waiting Auto, as my appa was busy trying to strike a deal with the auto driver. i wondered if there is only one set of profession in this world that was driving auto's. Am serious any Auto driver that you catch would start with the daily rent that he has to pay to the owner of the Auto, and how hard he finds to make ends meet, and us we people have to do nothing, just pray and god will drop bundles of money from up the heavens.
The Auto roared and i was away to the railway junction, We were going by train to Delhi coming from a middle class family air travel was a luxury which we could not afford. Appa checked the chart we were ready,having placed the luggage's i settled down near the window city. No matter how many train travels i undertake, sitting beside the window seat was a joy which i could not let go off. As the train made its way out of the Madurai station, i could see the gopuram or the pillar of the madurai meenakshi temple. i sent out a small prayer, as i turned i saw the poster of "Super Star" Rajnikant s new movie releasing the next week. i said to myself gone i am going to miss thalaiva or the leader's first day first show movie... :'(
The train travel was close to 36 hours, the train left madurai at around 8:00 pm and it would reach day after tomorow in Delhi by around 7:00 in the morning, the first night of the journey was hot and humid, but the second night was extremely cold, i was chivering i could see my fellow passengers saying "Waah kya climate haiii" i said to myself climate maannn this is so cold, having grown up in madurai i did not what winter is. i had heard about delhi's cold, i heard about it more in the Travel section of the New's channel, than in the Weather section. Cause whenever flights got cancelled it would have to be a fog or a blizzard.
The Train was on time, an hour late but after my conversation with a very senior railway employee i became assured that being late by an hour is not at all late. Appa and myself got out of the station and headed for the Auto stand. As reached the Auto stand Appa started negotiating with the Auto driver's, the rate to reach IIT campus. IIT Delhi had in its welcome letter sent out the detailed route along with the rate of traveling if by Auto or private mode of transport. Appa decided that he would bargain for the route by trying to spell the charge in hindi, cause he felt if he used english then the auto driver's may try to ask more. Appa went up to a standing Auto Driver and asked "IIT Delhi kitna" ? The Auto driver a Punjabi replied "Sirji Dedso dedo" Appa roared back "kitna bahut zyaada too much, you guys are so greedy" the driver said "Achaa sir aap hi bolo". Appa still having the angry undertone replied back "Adaiso se ek paisa kam nahin dega" .
Appaaa i called him to my side, what did you do, Appa had messed up "adaiso" and "dedso" big time. Well "dedso" was 150 whereas "adaiso" was 250 bucks. My dad in his urge to bargain in hindi ended up offering a 100 bucks more to the Auto driver,hmmm the punjabi driver gave a smile and said no problem sirji whatver u give i will take. The drive almost took us close to 50 mins, the Auto made it's way through the twists and turns of delhi, Wow i looked out in amazement i could see a Bullock cart and a BMW standing at the signal at the same time. Girl's there they were so beautiful and so white, yeah guys from down south always fantasies about the fairer sex, guys like me from down the corners of madurai have always wished for a girl friend who would be very fair and beautiful, and it was famous saying that "Girls like Guy's who are Tall,Dark and Handsome" made me fit the bill aptly. but i wondered "Tall, Dark is fine, but how shall i find and replace the word Handsome with "Fat and Ugly".
The Auto landed at the gates of "IIT Delhi", even before we could manage to get down from the Auto and get the bags out of the way, we could hear the honking of car's from behind us. i rubbed my eyes again what car's they were all out from the "Auto Magazine" that i would never let go to lay my hands, on these beauty on wheels. "Hataooo Andhe ho kya" move it man are u blind shouted the car driver as appa and myself struggled with the luggage's. Suddenly the window in the back seat of the car came down "Sorry Uncle, i apologies on behalf of my driver" came a sweet voice, i wanted to hear the voice again. I wanted to say "Once More", but my appa's reply broke my dreams, "NP Beta".
The car made its way into the gates of IIT, i can still not fathom how a girl's smile suddenly turns a donkey into a tiger, i now wanted to go in to find out where she was heading, i did not know her name nothing, but something had struck me. i roared to myself "idliangam has landed, Delhiiii idhooo varen daaaa..... " subtitles "Delhi Billy here i come " ....
Or maybe i spoke too soon i guessed
- Anand

Sambhar and Aloo ka Paratta

Hey "idli dosa" come here ... shouted the final year Senior at me as i was making my way into my Hostel Room. Bloody "idli dosa" hm-mm for 2 idlis these buggers gulp down barrel full of sambar and chutney, then this does not come to their heads, i murmured to myself.
My Name is "Muthulingam Idliangam Doraiswamy" as this did not get into their vocal chords, the seniors decided that it would be better to call me "idli dosai". Well flashback time, i was born in a small village called udalikotai, near Madurai in Tamil Nadu. My Appa "dad" worked for TNEB "Tamil Nadu State Electricity Board". i did till my 12th in Madurai, having grown up in the life of a small town. Watching Rajni movies along with coffee and Onion Samosas, meant the world to me. Sun TV used to be the national channel at home, conversing in English was a rarity amongst friend, and if and when somebody did attempt to speak in English, the guys in the neighborhood would make fun of him, by addressing him as "PETER" which symbolized as though the person is born in England and is a relative of Queen Elizabeth.
I was good in studies, and as in every Indian household my parents wanted me to study in IIT. i had heard tales of IIT, the rigorous study schedule, the pressure, the ragging which was once was told me by my friends elder brother who did his mechanical in IIT guindy. Of course of all the above Girls, i had heard the girls coming in were not only brilliant but were BEAUTTTTTYYYY with Brains. I made up my mind that i would follow suite and study in IIT Guindy. The IIT entrance results had come i had made it to the counseling, i had a tough Group Discussion i said to myself damnnnn, now i have to go to MIT only, MIT "Muthulingam Institue of Technology" near dindigul, well this is a smaller town than Madurai.
The Results got announced, i decided it was no use to look up as i was sure, i was not going to make the cut. Appa came to me and beta take a look, who knows god may have other plans. I decided to take the plunge, i dragged myself to the nearest browsing center in Madurai, the browsing center boasted itself of 64kbps speed. i settled myself on a four legged chair, somehow i got a feeling that people go to their resting place in a four legged coat, i would be heading in a chair. i entered my Roll Number, and waited for eternity, then after ages together the final page displayed. "CONGRATULATIONS WELCOME TO IIT" the page roared. Yessssssssssssss i jumped up in joy i had made it to IIT, then suddenly i realized the resolution in the screen was more, i dragged the side bar to the left, and to my horror i missed the last word after IIT, it was "IIT DELHI"
"Aiyooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ena kodume idhuuuuu" subtitles "Oh God why this Torture" i could not believe myself, i have got into my dream institute but delhi, damnnn nor i knew English that well nor i knew Hindi, the latest Hindi Movie that i ever saw was Sholay, which i felt was produced by not Ramesh Sippy but by Dhheere Dheere Darshan, i meant Doordarshan.they had the absolute rights over this movie, i did not know what to do, my dream of also getting a girl friend in IIT was also now down in the dumps, i was almost like dark choclate and the girls in the North resembled Vanilla ice cream, i wondered damn how am i going to come out of this rut. i cant even lie to my dad, as the appointment letter would come home, and i cant escape from it.
I dragged myself home, the joy of getting selected had vanished, i could visualize myself as the helpless goat which would be feasted by all the North Indian guys waiting for me in Delhi. I reached home, Appa had already got the news that i was through, a friend of mine had checked my roll number also, and informed my home, that i had done it. Little did they realize that i had hit the hammer in my head.
Appa put his hands around my neck, Beta i am proud of you, next week i am taking you to Delhi for your joining. I tried to Smile, it was horrible Where will i get my curd rice, early in the morning these guys would eat samosa for breakfast, and roti aiyooooooo "dry bread", people up in north eat rice as though it is a Temple prasad. Where will i Goooo MURUGAAAAAAAAA......"
I was CLUELESS .....
-Anand

Those Day's of College

I look at the fan that rotates above my head, i wonder if it is still thinking whether it needs to do its job, or is it getting pushed cause one of the circuits is gone haywire. I look out of the window a typical Chennai afternoon with the sun blazing down. The place were i am now is near Sriperumbudur almost 40 km from the city. Our College is in the middle of this desolate barren patch of land, which would give even the greatest of deserts a shame.
Well surviving in the desert is tough when you don't have water, and fighting with the countless illusions of Mirage that you face which they say scientifically, is an illusion which is created when the water in the body drops and the brain in your top floor goes for a toss. Anyways where was i, yes my college it is surrounded by greenery and barren patched of land which the Tatas would love to grab as there is no MAMATA in the southern Hemisphere of India.
i look around the hall where i am sitting right now, the tables and desk are all made of steel and are welded together to ensure that they don't get clustered all around the hall. The Tables of my college remind me of the countless love affairs of Heer and Ranjha, Romeo and Juliet and Raj and Simran which would even light a bulb in Yash Chopra's head to wield the megaphone again, or make mani ratnam make a Alai Payuthey returns.
i look through the table trying to seek if any of my seniors had written any solution to the test that is going to be held today. The Desk though having its share of romantic alliances also has a great share of Egyptian scripting, well why Egyptian cause like how a common man can never make out what is written in those beautiful walls, apart from only admiring and fascinating about the great queen Cleopatra whom they said took bath only in donkeys milk. The same way the invigilator gurding the hall like the warden of a prison cell could never unlock the theories and algorithms that are written on the desk. I search again but to no avail and i fiddle around looking at the boy in the corner who scratches his head away as to why he was there in the first place, or has a serious dandruff problem that is far greater than mine.
"Its Time Come In Come In... Enough the whole year you guys don't study and giggle and laugh on the phone and in the Cafeteria... Enough Come In Now..." yell's the invigilator, well it is a she... hmm i don't know why but in movies we get to see a Sushmita Sen or a Nayantara taking classes but in reality well it is women who are frustrated flabbergasted with their lives way above 40, who give a look as though they are building the space ship that is going to save us from the end of the world in the year 2012.
Well i am always ready at my desk cause till this date all the Anna Univ Exams that i have attended, i have never had a clue before the exam what is going to come, nor after the exam i have had a clue what had hit me. Hmm there they come in, studying MCA in an engineering college is a boon, you get to look at the beautiful engineering girls as they walk into the hall, mimicking and making faces which try to bring to the fore their innocence and flirtatiousness in them. Still till date i have not been able to unlock the girls smile, as if they smile the same at everyone.. Am i her friend.. or a way above, hmm i still wonder.
Thud goes the sound in the desk, the invigilator does it again, maybe she is unable to bear the looks of the guys at the storm of beautiful girls cumming into the hall, or maybe the invigilator is still playing the age old song in her Walkman, yea make no mistake it is not a typo... it is not an i pod it is a Walkman which still sings out "Abhi Toh Mainnn Jawan Huuun".
Pass it Pass as the Question papers start getting distributed throughout the examination hall. My eyes were always at the guy who sat at the first desk in the hall. He was the one who got the first Question Paper, and always kinda reminded me of the goat that is tied outside the halal shop. i would never miss the expressions of this guy. If his hand gradually moved above his forehead, and he held his head with his hands, almost as if the spinal chords had given away it spelt disaster, and if his face slightly brightened with his cheeks too shy for a smile, well it meant two things, that he knows something, else he knows nothing reminiscing us about all the Bangladeshi batsman who look Brett lee who is tearing away at them at a hot afternoon perth bouncy wicket.
i finally grab my Question paper. i go through it i cant understand a word, this was supposed to be a discrete maths exams, but then what is physics and chemistry equations doing in the middle, i look around the hall... i see my manager standing i cant understand how could this happen, he is not supposed to be here in the first place. suddenly i see my cell phone ringing, i never ever had a cell in college.. i start to sweat. i am in the middle of something which i had no clue of, i wriggle and at a jerk wake up .. the time is 5.00 am now and i am in my bed, am sweating and my alarm which is supposed to wake me up is again beaten by my dreams by 10 mins.
I am almost 30, still these dreams,well or nightmares they never seem to allude me, is it the devilish invigilator who had cast a spell, or is the unsolved questions in my exams which want me to come back, or the girls in the engineering department whose beautiful smiles, would make think that an examination hall is the best place, were you can sit and admire the girl you like writing away to eternity.
Well i may never know. These nightmares or dreams they will return as they have been for all these years. i am ready fro them always putting me in new places, new challenges... Whatever the place, whatever the Situation i would always be .... CLUELESS ... :)
-- Anand

Kadhal aka Pyaar in Tamil Household

VAANGOOO VANGOOO Vanakam ... " In Tamil it means please Welcome Welcome.. Namasakarams"
Flashback ... As the wheel turns back to 6 years...
I had come to Chennai to visit my cousins, well hey first introduction about me, being a Scorpion hogging the limelight and "Me FIRST,ME FIRST" comes but very naturally to me. Well my name is Shakthi, i am born in the land of the Rasogollas, my grand father settled down in Calcutta "now Kolkata" at the time of the British Raj, he worked for a famous Tea company during the rule of the Great Queen Elizabeth the "24/32/36" well i am not that good with numbers, This i could decipher after carefully observing a very old photo of her's which my grandpa had with him, maybe he too was kind of awe struck with her beauty.
Coming back "Cofee Sir" asks the sweaty 42 year old server mama, adjusting his 80's modeled glasses and carefully trying to wedge a balance between the cofee jug, the small thin paper cups and the ever slipping towel from his shoulder. The looks of the towel one does get a feel that, maybe somewhere in the past it would have been gifted to him by the ever young Heartthrob of millions actress even still mine ;) "Sridevi" ,whilst he served her cofee. The Towel was white or Darkish Brown in nature was kind of quite difficult to fathom.
"Ile Sir Vendam" No Please,Thank you sir. i was in Chennai a city which would boast itself of "Four Beautiful Seasons" in a Year, Yes i am not joking. One can experience the four different seasons as follows
1. Light Summer.
2. Hot Summer.
3. Very Hot Summer.
4. Damn It's F***king Hot Summer.
Still even though the city had freakishly,high soaring temperatures, i found that the people in the city were always game for a cup of cofee. Wether it was 5:00 Am in the morning or 9:00 in the night. Any household that you visit were always ready to serve you with a piping hot Filter Cofee. With the passage of time and the growing opportunities in the field of IT, and the breakneck speed at which women in the country are growing,competing and in most cases outperforming the men. The Men in South India have had to settle for the Instant and Ready made Cofee in place of the Ethnic and Authentic Filter Cofee. Till one gets a cofee no complains i give out a smile.
I am at T.Nagar or the hub of Chennai, or maybe shall i say router, well excuse me i am kinda trying to write a Cisco networking Exam, and using these terminologies kind of give me a small sense of Happiness, that i know something.
The Marriage is of a dear friend of mine "Rohit" he is getting married, Rohit is well my MCA mate, he comes from a typical South Indian "Iyer" Brahmin Family, and yes he is one who is of the courageous hero type's that i kinda know.
You would be thinking "Courageous Hero Type's....
Did He do one of the following ...
1. Scale Mount Everest.
2. Swim the Arabian Sea or the Indian Ocean.
3. Fight the Terrorists.
4. Jump into a Burning House and save Somebody.
Come On... these are all kiddish stuffs, You know what he has done . "HE FELL IN LOVE" and he is going to get married to a "North Indian Punjabi Girl" ... :) . You would be asking me hey come on, only Love Marriage yaar. Well this term would be kinda easy to digest way up north in the country, but back down south. this is still a Taboo. Even till date the parents of a South Indian guy or girl chooses the better half for them,as their parents or their fore fathers would have done.
I was there when "Rohit" first confessed to him mom about "Gowri". Him MOM went exactly as Kiran Kher did in the starting scene of "OM SHANTI OM" well then the line was "NAHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN", here cut to Chennai it was a Tamil word "MURUGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA " a Tamil god who i am sure would have never ever slept in his life peacefully, as he gets always called each and every-time when calling one of his sub ordinates or sub junior gods, would have been more than enough.
As i had said i am settled in Calcutta .. My dad always calls out to "Lord Muruga after his morning Shower", and the maid at home once just had to ask my Mom in Bengali "BOUDI DADA ROJ SHOKAL MURGA MURGA, KENO BOLE" ... well in English to put in English and in simpler terms, " BHABI why does DADA always call out MURGA MURGA" ... well MURGA in Hindi means "Chicken" or "Murgi" in Hindi. hm-mm see i told you this god can never rest, maybe lord Shiva should have patented his name.
Anyways, yes where was i, i was now in the dining hall it was around 8.30 am and that breakfast was getting served, the breakfast boasted of both North Indian and South Indian Cuisine, Gowri's dad was a Punjabi and mother a UP'ite, I loved it my favorite Vada and Rasmalai for breakfast, may there be more marriages like this, great food. i gorge on a second helping of Rasmalai and make myself comfortably seated at the last row of the layed out chairs. Rohit notices me and makes sign's wanting me to come to the first row, com-eon i was his friend and how could i sit in the first row and see him getting executed one last time. I am kidding Gowri is one of the sweetest girl that Rohit could have wished for, and when Rohits mom did come to me, i just told her even if you would have searched you would not have found someone as sweet as Gowri.
KATIMALAM KATIMALAM ..... yells out the brahmin priest, a sign he makes to the men with the drums and trumpets to play the ritual wedding tune, which is played at the time the groom ties a knot around the brides neck. The Groom makes a promise to the brides father that he would take the best care of his daughter, and take care of her better than he ever did.
I have a small tear in my eye, i am happy that after all the convincing and the hardships that both Rohit and Gowri undertook, they were happily married with the blessing of elders in both the families. A hand slightly touches my shoulder i turn around and mom is standing behind me. As any dear mom in any corner of the world " She asks Saptiya"
which mean's had food, no matter how big we get or how bigger post we manage in our lives, we would always love our Mom's to ask us this simple question.
She say's "Shakthi get married, beta it's your life, i want you to be Happy". I am not saying that the girl should be from my caste,language or creed. You both should be happy, and she should love you for the way you are that's what i want. i notice a small tear in the corner of my mom's eye's. I give her a hug and tell her, yes ma i will tell you when i find someone who loves me.
She pinches my cheeks and gives out her ever loving smile "Thanks Beta". "Ok Maa" i will make a leave, she asks me aren't you going to the mandap for a photo with Rohit and Gowri. Maa yea i will just be back. i leave the mandap and decide to take a walk in the street adjacent to the Mandap, My Mom has always yearned for a daughter, and now she so desperately wants me to get married and settle down.
Whenever she asks me "Beta, you love someone, are you going to introduce me to her, Are you guys going to get married"
I am all but CLUELESS .........
- Anand

LOVE - Hmmmm they say

i am in the Office Gym right now, the speedometer at the treadmill reads 10km/hr, I insanely increase the speed of the treadmill again. I am dellusional, confused, hurt and helpless am still not able to come to fact with the terms that Arthi would not be coming to office from tomorrow. My name is Siddarth; people around me affectionately call me as “Siddu” i have been working for ECS Software’s, one of the largest and most prominent software companies in India for the last three years in Cochin. Way through work load and the ever unsatisfying needs and demands of my manager found my way into the position of a lead. I joined ECS Software’s as a fresher. Personally I have no life of my own, I am the only child to my parents, they are settled in Bangalore and I would manage to visit them once in every two months. I was one of those people who had found a home in Office, I always loved being there as I always found myself in the midst of people, I was not someone who would enjoy spending time alone. It was this fact that some of my friends used to pull my leg by saying “Siddu why are you wasting your money by paying rent move into Office”.
I was almost going to complete the first set of coding for a customer requirement, that I heard Kaustav calling out to me “Dada Khete Cholo” subtitles “Dada come for lunch”,Kaustav is from Kolkata and here in cochin he was teaching me Bengali,well he was getting over home sickness by talking to me in Bengali. I take a look at my watch it was almost 01:30 pm, yup i replied, I saved my work application and we both headed towards preeti’s desk.
There she was, she had the same smile that Preeti Zinta has, the cute dimpled smile, but the comparison or to put in better terms the similarity end’s then and there, Preeti is born and bought up in the lovely street foods of Mumbai, she was one who looked from a “Khate Peete Ghar ki ladki” subtitles “She was fat” , she was one who would jump up one fine morning and declare to the whole world that she has started dieting, I would see her running along with me in the gym, and then she would drag herself to the canteen and order herself a large chocolate cake and Milk Shake, she says “Siddu nahin hota yaar” I give her a smile put my hand in her shoulder, np jaanu enjoy maadiii.
Preeti are you coming, damn I am hungry man yells out kaustav. Yeah yeah 5 mins please replies preeti as she is busy replying to a mail. I am sure each and every one of you might have faced this scenario in Office, no matter how many reminders you give to a friend to be ready to come for a break, or to be ready they always needed those extra 5 mins. Phew, I am done exults preeti. We make our way up to the Office canteen. I scan through the food laid out at the canteen, as always it is a disaster, I order myself a Maggie and settle down in a table, kaustav and preeti were lovers of the “Full meal” I used to call it Jumbo Meal for them, as their capacity to utilize each and every inch of the plate and ensuring that none of the item got missed amazed me. If the canteen owner, whose food was despised by almost all in office, ever saw kaustav and preeti’s plates, am sure without doubt he would have made them his food’s brand ambassadors.
A new girl is joining my team tomorrow, at last I have a girl for company declared preeti, and “is she beautiful” asked kaustav in excitement with a blush of a smile. “Hello control” replied preeti in a hard tone, don’t blush okay. Hmmm girls I wondered, have you ever tried to admire a girl in front of another girl, you would be just admiring beauty, but for girls it would be flirting and Male hormones running overtime. I had deduced, a girl can never stand a guy looking at another girl and admiring her, she would always give a quick jerk of her face, as though to shoot back “Chiii is she that beautiful”. Bloody Female Chauvinism declared kaustav.
One of my juniors was struggling his way around a piece of logic, and was unable to code it down. I loved helping people I believed if one knows something then he should share it with others. As I strongly believed that Knowledge grows by sharing it with the people around you. “Sidduuu come here” I could hear preeti, not now I am busy I replied back. Then I heard a voice from behind “Hi Siddarth, this is Arthi”. I turned around and there she was, dressed in an elegant salwar kameez at a beautiful height of 5 ‘7’, she was beautiful. “Hi Arthi, welcome abroad” I replied. I looked up at the computer screen I saw the logic failing again, preeti said ok u seem busy will call you for lunch, and they both made their way away from my cubicle. My damn back I retorted and got up from the chair, well getting up was an excuse I wanted to watch Arthi as she smiled and got introduced to all the “Tom’s and DICKS “J in Office.
I joined kaustav,preeti and arthi who had found a place and settled down with my lime juice and cheese sandwich. “So Arthi tell us about yourself” asked kaustav. I am from Delhi, I have a younger brother who is studying there and my parents reside there. So what are you doing in Cochin, I asked still fiddling with a sandwich which had more onions than cheese. I was working in Chennai and then I got this offer from ECS’s they have a big branch in Delhi, they kind of assured me that after the initial 6 months, I can seek a transfer to Delhi. Oh that is great, wishing you all the very best for your confirmation, and hope you get your transfer soon, I smiled and started off at my sandwich again. “Thank Youuuu” replied Arthi.
Little did I know then at the time of wishing her movement to delhi, that we guys would become so close. Arthi had broken into the “Great Three Musketeer’s Gang”. There would be times when kaustav, Arthi and myself would land up in the canteen only to realize that we had missed to call preeti. The Canteen slowly made way to Dinner, Movies, Bowling Alley’s, weekend outings and long walks, Arthi and I almost hanged out together, we enjoyed each other’s company. There would be times when as in a Typical Indian company, you could hear people gossiping “Hey are they in Love, all such Nonsense”. I still could not understand why the hell they did it, what is wrong if a guy and girl went for a cup of Coffee. Once after overhearing these comments, I avoided walking with Arthi, when she came to know about this from Kaustav and preeti she came right up to my cubicle sat on my desk and almost pulled me to the canteen, well she was one of the daring types, who cared the damn for people and their loose talks.
Within no time six months had passed and it was November the 21st a Friday. “Sidduuu I have a good news and also a sad news”, good news first buddy, I always wanted to hear the happy part first. “Arthi has got confirmed in her job, after the initial six months of training. Wow that is great I exaulted, we should have an outing then this Sunday “movie and dinner would be great”. Where is she, she has to foot the bill. “Siddu she is leaving on Sunday Afternoon to Delhi”. WHAT I shot back, comeon siddu you know right that she had applied for a transfer to Delhi. My heart sank I could not bear what I was hearing, I did not want to show my reaction in front of preeti and turned my chair around once again facing my laptop and started coding again. Aren’t you coming to wish Arthi, not now I am busy I retorted back I have work to do. “Ok Siddu, but do come for the dinner she has planned for us tonight, she would be busy with packing tomorrow, as her flight is day after. Hmm okay I will try I replied, “What do you mean try Siddu, Arthi is our friend, how can you say I will try you have to come. “God Damn’t I have work, okay I cant let these things go for a toss, over some stupid dinner party, now don’t disturb me and get moving I shouted at preeti. I had never ever shouted at anyone ever. I still did not know why I did that to preeti, she had done nothing, I was feeling weak something inside me was giving away. I picked up my laptop and headed home, as I made my way to the Office lift, I could hear the sound of Arthi calling out to me “Siduuuu ..” . I pretended having not to hear her and entered the lift, it was quite but obvious that I did not want to see her, and that i had ignored her.
I reached home, dropped my bag in one corner and flung myself in my bed, I looked up at the fan running over my head, and within minutes downpour stared, I could not control myself I was crying like a small kid, I could not understand what had happened, I was the one who had wished her well for her Delhi transfer and now that she had it, why was I getting upset. I thought it was just a friendship then why this pain, without even me realizing I had fallen in love with her, I could not bring myself to the fact that she would not be there for me anymore, she would move to Delhi and get married to a guy of her parent’s choice. I broke down again, I put my cell in silent, and just did not know what happened, The Alarm rang it was 8 in the morning on Saturday, I had slept for close to 16 hours, the emotional melt down had taken its toll. I looked at my phone close to 20 missed calls from Kaustav and Preeti and half a dozen sms’s enquiring where I was. I went through the missed calls and the sms’s but there was not a single call or sms from Arthi.
I lay on my bed for the whole day, I was not asleep, but I kept looking at my cell for that one call or sms from Arthi, I was confused, whether the feelings that I had for her was one sided, maybe she only treated me as a friend and that’s why she was so happy to leave, maybe she never felt the way I did for her. It was 10 in the night, I was in a complete shocker condition, I did not know what to do. Suddenly I heard the Transformer outside my apartment blow up, no current till morning sabji, told the security guard, as he made his way informing all the tenants. I picked up my bag, and in my tracks and T-Shirt headed for office. I walked into my cubicle it was Saturday night not a soul in Office, the maintenance guys were cleaning the desks and the floor carpets. I switched on my desktop and started googling, I was restless I did not know what I was doing or what I was up to, and without me realizing I fell asleep again. I got up it was 10.00 am on Sunday Morning. I wanted to get rid of all the negative emotions and sadness within me, I headed up to the Office Gym, and started running in the Treadmill, I insanely kept on increasing the speed, I was running like a mad man, She never loved me, if she did she would not have left me, I was a fool. No matter how hard I tried I just could not take my mind of her, the mirror in front of the treadmill reflected her face every where I turned around she was there. I increased the speed of treadmill again, I lost my balance and came crashing down and hit my head.
This knock in my head was the best thing that could have happened to me at that moment, as it pushed some sense into me. What was I doing I was letting the girl I loved spending my time with, sharing all my feelings, just walk away from me. I looked at my watch it was 3 in the afternoon I rushed out of the gym, ran through the office hallway I was breathing heavily, ran to the auto stand outside the Office, jumped into an “Auto”. The Auto Driver replied “One and a Half Sir, it is Sunday”, please go I will give you my full month’s salary please go go, to the Domestic Airport. The Auto Driver was driving very fast, but I had this adrenaline running very fast within me that I wanted to grab the steering from his hand, and wanted to drive myself.
As the Auto entered near the Domestic Airport, I jumped off giving the Auto driver a few five hundred bucks. The cost of travelling to the Airport comes only close to 80 or 90 bucks, but I did not care there was something in my life at that moment which was far more important, Sirr change shouted the Auto driver, keep itttt and i ran in. I immediately made my way to the enquiry section, to enquire about the Delhi Bound flight, there was only one jet airways flight on Sunday afternoons. The lady at the enquiry counter replied, all passengers have boarded, and the flight is in the runway for take off. I ran towards the open courtyard adjacent and I saw the flight take off. I had done it, I could not muster enough courage to propose to the girl whom I loved, and now she was gone. My Heart sank I fell to my knees, I did not have enough strength to get up.
I dragged myself to the “Coffee Day” outlet nearby and ordered for a cup of coffee, “Look who is here, I see kaustav and preeti headed toward’s me. Damn not now I said to myself, I just wanted to tell them to go away, but they were my buddies, the sweetest in the world. Look at yourself Siddu you look shit said preeti, why this beard chii remove it. “Preeti please forgive me being rude to you, I am sorry man”. Comeon “Sidduuu, now shut up and get me something to eat, and she ordered herself a large chocolate cake,while kaustav stuffed himself with a Chicken sandwich”.
As they both were busy helping themselves, I could not help but let my best buddies know. “Guys I loved Arthi I said. Hmm “Hey the Choclate cake is yummy, try it na siddu” replied preeti, can you please pass me the sauce asked kaustav. Here I was bloody heartbroken and completely shattered and what mattered to these people was chocolate cake and sauce. Damn it you guys did you hear what I said, I shouted back. Sir Bill, as the waiter gave it to Kaustav. He pointed at me saying “Well he is paying for this”. I could not understand “Even at this moment of grief I had to foot the bill, damn it … give it to me.
As I opened the Bill card I was amazed it had a Tanishq diamond ring bill of Rs 60,000and a note which said “IDIOT”. I immediately told the waiter, there must have been a mistake as i did not know any ring or stuff, and what the hell is a diamond ring doing in a Coffee shop, Sir the madam in the table asked me to handover to you. I turned around and there she was "Arthi" dressed in a white Top and a blue jean, with her hair let loose, I walked towards her meanwhile she too got up from her table and walked towards me.
I was short of words; I could not understand what was happening, then she bent down in one knee in front of me and said “Siddu you are the reason I smile, you are the one who makes me believe that I am beautiful, every time I am with you i have an extreme sense of security. You complete me, I am nothing without you, I would want this to never end, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, If we have kids, I would fight with them, and not let them have my share of your love. If I die I would die a day before you so that I never have to spend a moment without You. Siddu Sidarth will you marry me,,, she asked”
Tears rolled down my cheeks, The Words that I was struggling with, she had said it, she was my daring Arthi, I cried out “Yes, Yes… Yes …..” and I took the diamond ring from her, and slid it gently on her ring finger. I took her in my arms, and we kissed. Yippee shouted Kaustav and preeti .. I had no words to control my happiness. So Delhi, I asked Arthi, who said I am going idiot, I love you. My house is were you are.
Later I learnt that kaustav and Preeti had the sensed our chemistry and liking for one another. They knew it all the while, even before we could realize.
I made my way out of the airport along with Arthi,Kaustav and preeti did not want to be the haddi in the kebab. I could see the Auto Waala waiting, Sir waapas Office, “Nahhhh we will walk as Arthi and myself walked away into the Sunset Hand in Hand”….
- Anand

Lokpal - Has the Battle been Won, Or is it Just the Begining ?

The Little Girl walked up with a glass of Coconut water, with a spoon of Honey in it, Move to the side, let us get the moment right screamed out one of the many cameraman’s who had gathered in the Ramlila maidan. One would wonder if the doctors were monitoring the health of the aged gandhian as the photographer’s or the gathered media men were?. Every passing minute and hour of the fast , was monitored like the pulse machine attached to a person who is fighting the battle trying to figure out which end is better, winning the battle against death and end up as a living vegetable, or losing once soul and figuring out whether he would land up in hell or heaven, either ways one thing was for sure, he would meet his compatriots and friends in Hell, and he would not find a place in Heaven, which was reserved for those abnormal souls, who the world term as Nice, kind and large hearted people.

Yes ok,ok that’s fine now..Please give the glass of water, amid the flash of lights from the trillions of camera’s that were lined up, yelled out a voice, I turned round to catch the person, throwing the diktat’s but then the author of the voice disappeared amidst the thunderous applause and cheer’s of “Bharat Mata ki Jai” , Anna Hazare hum aapke ke saath hai, as the gandhian sipped into what might be the only form of glucose which he would be able to taste and give his well rested salivatory glands some exercise.

The Doctor’s moved in fast, amidst cries of keeping him in the hospital for the coming few day’s to monitor his health. As people from the Lokayukta’s shouted, this fast is just the beginning and there is many more to come. I wondered, hmm could Munna Bhai have given so many “Jaadu Ki Japies”, which this gandhian was subjected to in the 12 days of his fast. Every single person wanted to be in the dias, again only “The Rich and the Famous, could make their way up there to the Dias”. When I opened up the newspaper on the eve of the morning when the gandhian broke his fast, I could see a beaming photo of many a actor, alongside him, putting up a victory sign, maybe he was there cause “There were too many a people in white’s, so that he could make some business for their movie”, which certainly didn’t set any of the cash registers ringing. Well these are just a few of the many people who wanted to make the most of the moment which belonged only to the gandhian.

The Ruling government spokesperson said that the gandhian was holding the government for ransom and that he was blackmailing them for getting his demands met. But then were the demands of the gandhian, his sole lone voice. Here was a man, who could have happily retired and spend his old age with walks in the park. But then this astute gandhian decided to ensure that the government woke up from its slumber sleep and walked some aisle down the lanes of the country to notice the poverty and corruption that the common man was subjected to.

Why is it that the common man, who struggles to make end’s meet, always finds himself standing in a line, The line outside a Milk Booth, the Line in a Bus Stop,Admission to a School, to a Job, for registering a House, Car.. well the line just goes on and on and on…. And when he does reach his destination at the end of a line, he finds a board which say’s “Counter closed” or the personnel at the counter scratching his head and showing signals, which clearly puts forth the fact that, In life no matter how good,able,sincere or honest you are, until and unless you feed the Wicked Greedy Wolf.. You just won’t get across the Line.

I don’t know much about the Lokayukta, nor did I attend the freedom park or skip a meal to support the gandhian, but then I really wanted to know how many of the people who went out in support of the gandhian, ever took the time to sit and read what exactly he wanted for the people of this nation. Going to the Freedom park, painting the Indian flag in the face and wearing the Nehru cap which I am sure at the end of this campaign by the gandhian would be renamed as “the ANNA CAP”, became a trend for the people for most of them in the country. There were a notable few who knew what this movement was for, what it wanted to unearth, and the future that it wanted to give to the children of tomorrow.

I chanced upon a guy outside my Office who was decked up in the White T-Shirt.. which read “Main Anna Hazare, had a cool Ray-Ban navigator sunglass, and the Nehru cap nicely perched on top of his head to suit his style, yes I forgot with the curse that millions of IT guy’s have to carry.. yea a laptop. He came up to me and said, buddy join the movement, the whole country is into it, it’s the in thing now. Hmm I kind a did not appreciate him calling the movement as the in thing, cause there was this leader who had single handedly took on the government to tatters, and put to shame a few sadhu’s who commend themselves for being the founder’s of yoga, but could not get through a fast of 4 day’s. Well let’s not take names here. Hmm coming back I asked this guy, so you think this movement is worth it, and will the gandian get what he aspires. He replies “Yes buddy, imagine, 20 years we don’t have to pay tax, and then all item prizes will come down. I was amazed at the kind of immaturity and ignorance that the guy showed, and the many more who had probably learnt the line of 20 years without tax by heart.

India a country were the divide between the Rich and the Poor is far greater than the mighty Ocean that separates continents of the world, would need much more to bridge the gap. All the money stacked up in the numerous Swiss banks, might be the reason that the Economy of Europe is still in place, one would take a look and wonder if the Economy of the Great European Countries is because of the industries there, or because of our lovely neta’s who love to stack up cash there.

This Way or that, the gandhian has succeeded in uniting the country from the Himalayas to Rameshwaram, I could see the genuine joy and effort and the honesty in many a people’s eyes as they supported the gandhian, a friend in Kolkata who ensured she particiapated in every lokayukta meet, or to the smile in the eye’s of a year old son of a friend to see the movement the gandhian had spearheaded in the country.

The Country was One and it was United. But the Bigger Question is now that the Government has relented has the Battle been Won, or Just the Blue Print for a Greater War Cry, Revolution just got Approved… Well it is for the People of the Country to decide.

- Subbu Anand