Friday, December 25, 2009

Kuch kahaniyan - Episode 2

This one’s long overdue. A certain somebody who was the lead character in the incidents that I have narrated in the past can breathe easy. Also a good time to slip in my disclaimer…again.

Disclaimer: All characters and incidents in this narrative are rooted in truth. Resemblance and reference to people and places is intentional and not in the least coincidental.
Another Disclaimer: I wasn't necessarily involved/present when some of these happened hence some amount of artistic liberty requested.

#3
This is a fairly long one. It was the summer just after the Class X board examinations. Most of our gang, to the surprise of many, had cleared the dreaded exams with flying colours and had therefore earned our right to the Science stream in Senior School.

Our take “We had arrived….BIG TIME”. Thus began the seasons (I use the term because it did not last very long and the plural because it lasted long enough) of unbridled fun. Studies, attending classes regularly and paying attention when we did was something we stopped believing in.

We were boys turning into men; it was time to move on from school boy crushes to dating. This obviously needed to be done during the school time and ours being a boys only school it meant it could not be in school.

Here’s a tale of one such date disaster.

The tale has 2 main characters let us in order to save embarrassment call them Stud Boy (SB) and Complying Friend (CF).

Complying Friend (CF) was a popular guy in school. The reason, he stayed very close to the school and by virtue of the fact that both his parents were working, the house was “available” between 8 AM and 2:30 PM on working days. By the way CF insists there were many better reasons than the one just cited.

Stud Boy had a way with girls (Note: In an all boys school the threshold for qualifying as one is low). SB had managed to befriend not one but two girls. It was the era where computers were just becoming visible and qualified resources were short. These girls who had just finished senior school had been hired as part-time assistants in our school Computer Lab. They used to take the same bus back home as SB. Be that as it may, our man had not only befriended them but some how managed to convince both of them to go out for a movie-date.


Here was the plan. CF was to stay back home (pretending to be sick) while SB would (intentionally) miss the school bus and make his way to CF’s place. The girls would report sick/have important personal work (they were employees of the school remember) and reach CF’s place too. We would all then leave for a movie, ofcourse, after a while.

On that fateful morning CF duly had a severe tummy ache, the girls turned up bright and cheerful at 8:15 AM. Pleasantries exchanged CF and the girls waited for SB to turn up.

After waiting till 10 AM all of them became restless. CF hired an auto and the 3 of them rushed to the school hoping to make it for the 10:20 AM break time and see if SB had come to school.

The school principal during those days had this habit (a rather nice one) of mingling with the boys during break time. He’d usually walk down the main staircase and hang around the the school’s main gate talking with the boys.

CF asked the girls to wait in the auto and walked across the road towards the school main gate. The move had risk (professional for the girls and academic for CF) written all over it.

Minor Disaster: The school principal spots CF talking to the school darwan and walks upto him and asks “Why you are not in school and what are you doing here?” CF wriggles out of the situation by saying that he was actually unwell was there to turn in an important assignment and to enquire about the test scheduled the next day. Smart, one would comment except he also pointed towards the waiting auto-rickshaw to emphasise the fact that he really was unwell enough to hire one instead of walking the 5 minutes he would on a normal day. Whether the Principal saw the occupants of the auto is a question CF still ponders over, what he knows for sure is that the road wasn’t (isn’t) that wide and that the girls were curious.

Major Disaster: Here’s what happened to SB in the meanwhile since morning. Our man walks out of his house late pretty sure that he’s missed the bus. He’s wearing the school uniform (lest his folks become suspicious) he packs in a change and a pair of sneakers in the school bag instead of the regular course books. Steps out sticks his thumb out to hitch a ride (A: It was cool to hitch-hike during those days and B: It saved money for the date). A strangely familiar Blue coloured Maruti Van screeches to a halt. The door slides open and the Vice-Principal of the school greets SB and says “Hop in son, missed your school bus have you?” SB complies, his sheepish grin trying its best to hide utter shock and disbelief. SB reaches school and spends the day in school standing outside the class. God bless the teachers for that’s all that they would do to students who turned up without assignments or course books.


Rest of the story:
> The date never went beyond that moment outside the school gate.
> CF was disappointed that SB was such an essential component for the date to carry-on.
> The girls did not last beyond a few months
> SB,CF and the rest of the gang had a tough, very tough time clearing exams that year

The storyteller will return.
Like I said, there are more where these came from ;-)

The Bollywood Dancers Theory

We all are born different, look different, react differently to things and want to be seen differently yet, at some level, each one of us has this strong urge to blend in.

My recent interactions with people across a cross-section of society have reinforced this belief that people want to “Blend In yet Stand Out”. The Ryder to that one however, is that no one wants to Stick Out either.

Is there a difference? You bet.

A big part of growing up is the time one spends with friends or a peer group of some sort. It is here, in my opinion that the seeds of this Blend In yet Stand Out philosophy are sown.

You want to listen to music, you play it out loud! You make sure you stand out by being the one who either has the latest releases or the guy who knows all the lyrics or the one who has the coolest “system”. You do not want to be seen as the guy who is unaware, out of touch or as the one with a radically different taste in music (try playing Boyzone out loud in an all boys hostel).

Blending in does not mean not having respect for an individuals choices. You hang-out some guys drink, some do not, some smoke, some others do not. But you definitely do not want to be the guy who throws up after a few or if you do not drink the guy who’s gotta be dropped back early coz Mama’s gonna be wild ;-)

It’s not just a guy thing. Not that I am an authority but I’d wager that girls have their own set of what constitutes being a part of the gang and what is seen as not being with it. American diamonds perhaps are one such controversial area (cannot fathom whether they belong to the with it or not category for the life of me, was told once that they are good only if they are not obvious)

We grow up and move on into doing different things but this feeling stays with us. It manifests itself in things we do or things we buy. Take for example cars we all buy cars of our choice (make and model) however when was the last you heard of a friend who bought a yellow or orange or some other bright coloured one. Might like it but won’t buy it coz you do not want to stick out.

This therefore is the essence of what I have chosen to call the “Bollywood Dancers Theory” and it perhaps lies somewhere in the Esteem Needs zone of what Mr. Abraham Maslow talked about.

People inherently want to stand out in the context of their immediate environment

Like a typical Bollywood dance sequence while the protagonists want to express their love to each other by singing and dancing around trees or montage sets they need to be seen as gyrating to the same beat and doing the same steps as a host of other dancers (who appear and disappear as miraculously as the invisible orchestra does) they always wear a different colour. Blending in yet, standing out!

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Kuch Kahaniyan - Episode 1

Are you one of those people who always have " A similar thing happened to me once...." story? Doesn't matter whether you're sitting over a leisurely weekend drink or taking that quick smoke break at work you most always have an anecdote that's related.

Confession time....I think yours truly is also one of those for the lack of a better word or phrase "notorious recounters".
No excuses but here's where I feel the first mover has the classical advantage of being considered origninal.
So here's a new series of officially recorded anecdotes(for the wives..sorry you still got to hear these everytime) and my claim to the high ground forever for as the copyright owner.

Disclaimer:
All characters and incidents in this narrative are rooted in truth. Resemblance and reference to people and places is intentional and not in the least coincidental.
Another Disclaimer: I wasn't necessarily involved/present when some of these happened hence some amount of artistic liberty requested.

#1

It was New Years eve and once we had been officially invited by someone who was a friend of someone whom we barely knew. But what the heck!!! This was one of those must attend "Farmhouse" do's which were very "in" as far as Delhi of the early 90's was concerned.

We all decided to rendezvous at around 9:30pm (only loosers hit a party early) at DefCol Nirula's before we headed towards the party somewhere in Mehrauli. The gang duly converged and as things stood we had 1 car more than what was required. The wise men conferred and it was decided that the one of us would drive the extra car and park it en-route at a friends place and join the others. Sensible too since the lady who did come in the car would need it to get back home and DefCol Nirulas was not exactly on the way home for her.

So the gang drove off "happy" only to realise after a while that both the extra car and driver were not to be spotted. Suddenly, amidst the traffic our lady car owner spotted a bearded grin typical to our driver friend a couple of cars away...only problem wrong car!!!

Our man had gone into the parking and tried the keys on the first Maruti 800 in the parking lot...not exactly a unique identifier one would say and as we learnt it neither were the keys!!


Well the rest of the eve was spent driving back and earnestly hoping the real owner of the car hadn't reported a stolen car.

The long and short of it...did not make it to the party that year!!


#2

Young blood. Young blood with alcohol thrown into it... not very smart.

Getting back after that public service message...this in my book is one of the most recalled responses in my friends circle.


Here's the scene... empty streets wee hours of the morning...race is on!!! One car zips past the other goes round the bend, the other car slows down goes round only to find the driver of the car kicking the air in disgust.

Our friend has rammed his car into a tree/parked car do not remember exactly.

We get off, ask him why in the heavens name he'd not veered clear coz we'd slowed down and there surely was room and he went "Dude...I was committed!!"



....to be continued and to close the first chapter a relatively unknown song called The Storyteller by Ray Davies


I'll tell you a story to pass on to the end,
as told to me so long ago by my good friend
As we hollowed round the log fire, we laughed the whole night long,
as he told me a tale passed on to him by a wanderin' vagabond
My friend told me the story and I'll pass it on to you
It was handed down this century and he swore that it was true

And in the morning I could see him fade
Was it fact or fiction? Who can say?
(Storyteller) I believe ev'ry word you say
(Storyteller) I bet you told a good tale in your day

He tried to tell the people, but the people wouldn't hear
him spinning yarns and telling tales from yesteryear

Then he smiled and finished his story
He said "Will you pass it on for me?"
(Storyteller) I'll tell that tale for you
(Storyteller) Somehow I'll get your message through

My friend told me the story and I'll pass it on to you
It was handed down this century and I swear that it is true

Monday, September 07, 2009

Ode to a Sibling

Is there a burial ground for a heartache?
A deep distant corner to bury your feelings
Of the sort that were suppressed
Emotions left unexpressed

The ache of a playmate lost
The agony of a companion gone
The hand that helped me walk
The one who shaped the way I write and talk
Never to come back again ..you're gone without a trace

Every time I've thought of you I've held back
Stopped myself from wondering
How it would have been had you been around
How you'd have felt
In my moments of joy and those when I was in pain

Years have passed yet the hurt remains
The unsaid and the unreleased is what I pen today
Don't need photographs on the wall
I close my eyes... I see your face

Saturday, September 05, 2009

Yaari, Dosti etc.


Walked into Coffee Home at CP after a very, very long time. A thousand memories walked in along with me, but that is not what this piece is about. Sitting at the table alongside ours was a group of elderly gentlemen.Seemed like old pals catching up over coffee and snacks and that's what set me thinking.

Watching them break into occasional laughter, pulling each others leg and then shift gears into a serious discussion on a story playing out on one of the news channels for some strange reason evoked a feeling of time travel. It was as though I was looking at my circle of friends through a telescopic lens through time.

Will we have the pleasure of meeting up like this when we are 70?? How many of us would still be in touch??

Friendship, unlike other relationships has a wine like quality and each passing year makes it special.
I have mentioned in one of my posts that friends are family you can choose.

They say that God could not be every where so he made mothers. Friends in my book are on similar lines...only difference,they are a joint venture between Angels and Demons.

Friends are trust worthy;you can trust them to lead an expose of your most embarrasing moments at the most in-opportune of moments. Equally so, you can count on them to bail you out of awkward situations (well atleast they always try).

I remember this one time when a bunch of us wanted to go out partying late. We had to get this friend of ours out of his house (his dad was a terror codenamed Phantom!!). One of us volunteered to be the birthday boy. All was going as per plan till Phantom for some strange reason wanted to know what the date that day was. He looked up and asked our helpful birthday boy who went... "Umm..Ummm...Uncle 10th. No no no uncle... 11th uncle".

Old jungle saying "Only a fool crosses the Phantom".

Whether we were able to get our friend to party that night is anybody's guess..
Coming back; friends like lovers often talk about growing old together and wonder how they would be when they are older. They dream of togetherness forever.Take the quintessential Jai-Veeru kind of friendhip of Sholay or the more contemporary Dil Chahta Hai.

Friends perhaps are individual pieces of a jigsaw. It is loads of fun putting them together, making mistakes as we go along- putting the wrong ones next to one other. You make, you break, you make again trying to re-create what once was was or what it ought to be, because it takes all pieces for the picture to be complete.

Trouble is, sometimes some pieces go missing.
So here's to the existing pieces sticking together and living everyday like a Saturday night!
Closing with a very hummable song by KK that was a part of the soundtrack of Rockford

Yaaron dosti badi hi haseen hai
Yeh na ho to kya phir
Bolo yeh zindgi hai
Koi to ho raazdaar
Begaraz tera ho yaar
Koi to ho raazdaar....
....Teri har ek buraai pe daante woh dost
Gam ki ho dhoop to saaya bane tera woh dost
Naache bhi woh teri khushi main...

....Tan mann kare tum pe fida Mehboob woh
Palkon pe jo rakhe tujhe Mehboob woh
Jiski vafa tere liye ho.....
...Arrey Yaaron dosti badi hi haseen hai
Yeh na ho to kya phir
Bolo yeh zindgi hai..

Saturday, June 13, 2009

From a long..long time ago.

Was cleaning up last week and found two sheets of paper tucked away in some arbit file full of college notes and sort. Here's what was written on them.

I Believe..
Sunlight streams through my window
But fails to lighten up my dark corners
The corners of my vacant heart
Life just passed me by
While I sat making other plans
A long winding highway with pain at every bend
A journey spent in waiting for the next milestone
Just tunnels without any light at the end
Good things come to those who wait they say
How much longer? How much further?
No stopovers, no goodbyes
No fleeting moments stolen from life
Lifes just a one way track headed nowhere
Hope is the fuel I run on
And I still wait because I believe
Yes, I believe

Mother
I walk alone
Trying to finda a way back home
I look for a landmark
Yet I keep coming back to the start
I am tired and strained
The sights and sounds seem unfamiliar
The shadows grow longer
I am scared and frightened
I see a light shining in the distance
Maybe....Yes!!....Oh God!!! ...Please let it be...
I open my eyes
Yes, I am home
A loving touch
A hand runs its fingers through my hair
It's you mother,
I am comforted by your tender loving care.

I don't remember what exactly I was going through or what inspired me to write this stuff.
All I know is that it was the sentiment within that got me through it.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Time to Quill

It has been a long time since my last post and there have been things that I have been wanting to write about. Do not know whether to blame it on actual paucity of time or on lethargy; fact of the matter...I did not write.

I am going to try something different this time. Instead of putting up different posts about one thought at a time, I will put up one post with multiple thoughts.

These are the things that crossed my mind since last October moreover, these are the ones I remember!!
  1. Honesty-The Original Virtue: Yeah, yeah this one has been drilled into us since we can remember and some of us are naive enough to continue believing in and practising it. A sequence of events at work one fine morning reinforced my belief and resolve to continue.
  2. Perception is Reality: In a world where time is at a premium and nobody stops to dig deeper the first impression as the cliche goes is practically the last impression. Comebacks though not impossible are extremely rare. Fact of the matter, managing perceptions at the workplace and for organisations in the market place is half the job and if done right; battle is won.
  3. On Blunders and Bloated Egos: This is something I witness every week day on my drive back. While the city I live in (Delhi) boasts of the nothing short of brilliant Metro Rail we have the BRT corridor as well. Some wise guy said its the 8th wonder simply because everyone keeps wondering why it was ever built. There is a sign board on the corridor that justifies this by mentioning that it takes on an average 60 two-wheelers or 30 four-wheelers to accomodate the 70 passengers that just 1 bus can carry. The idiot who put this calculation up forgot a simple concept of frequency. No wonder 2 buses with 140 people slide through every 4 minutes while 200 cars and 100 motorbikes/scooters accumulate every min. Only thing that prevents powers that be from accepting this as a blunder is a hugely bloated ego further inflated by the recent electoral success.
  4. Polite conversations and Courtesy appearances: How much are you willing to inconvenience yourself for the sake of a friend? Well, for a good friend it doesn't matter...all the time if need be. But what if the very friend for whom you inconvenienced yourself looses conviction? Confused? Well put yourself in this situation and you'll know what I mean. Imagine you agreeing to accompany a good friend to a party hosted by someone who you do not know or are barely acquainted. Imagine that you turn up and your good friend calls up and says he cannot make it. Hmmm....Things that you end up doing for friends.
  5. Year 2009: I am not a firm believer in resolutions. There may be some merit in the thought that the reason might be that I have never lived upto any. However, this year there is just one thing that I have resolved to do or rather be and that is to stay positive.

So in a sense this post is the cleanser. I have through this released all the cynical, why do people behave like this, what am I doing here kind of thoughts.

...and to stitch it all up here is a song titled A Change in Me from the soundtrack of the musical/animated movie Beauty and the Beast

There's been a change in me
A kind of moving on
Though what I used to be
I still depend on
For now I realize
That good can come from bad
That may not make me wise
But oh it makes me glad
And I-- I never thought I'd leave behind
My childhood dreams
But I don't mind
For now I love the world I see
No change of heart
A change in me
For in my dark despair I slowly understood
My perfect world out there
Had disappeared for good
But in it's place I feel A truer life begin
And it's so good and real It must come from within
And I-- I never thought I'd leave behind
My childhood dreams but I don't mind
I'm where and who I want to be
No change of heart
A change in me

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_7JlLt03F6c&feature=related