It was dark and raining. The wind was blowing onto her face. She was running with all her might. Fear and despair filled her face. She knew that they were behind her and quickly gaining on her. Still running, she turned her head to see the two hefty figures behind her, running, ready to pounce on her. And then it happened. Suddenly, she found herself in a small puddle of water. She could feel the weight of one of her pursuers on her body, pinning her down helplessly. The stench of tobacco in his breath was unbearable for her. His hands moved on to the pallu of her saree. She screamed at the top of her voice. Her cry for help was silenced by the ghastly wind, as if it had joined the evil laugh of her other tormentor.
All this while, another man was closely watching the scene from a little away. He knew exactly what was happening before his eyes. As soon as the man reached for the woman's saree, he screamed in a loud voice that was heard above the voice in the background,
"Cut!!!! Pack up!!!!"
And the director walked towards the actors with a satisfied smile on his lips.
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Sunday, June 02, 2013
It's raining...
It has been more than a month ( 5 weeks to be exact) since my transfer back to my home district. After spending the last three years in Alwaye with some of the best friends one could get, I was sure the change would be drastic. I also knew that it would take me quite some time to get used to the new schedule, to the new place, the new faces, new colleagues and everything. Most importantly, I would be staying with my parents and commuting to work from there daily. Now, after a month, when I look back, I must admit that I was wrong on many a things. Today, as I walked back home after a movie, I decided to pen down the changes that had happened over the past few weeks.
* For someone who used to wake up at 8.30 AM in the morning on office days, I get ready and leave for job by 8.30 now. No more late nights too. All those days of late night football, movies and talking are over. By 10.30 PM, my jaws open wider than a hippo's and the very sight of the bed makes me fall onto it and romance it!
* Earlier, I rarely used to go to the movies. I always liked them in the comfort of my bed and laptop. Even when my friends used to go for 2-3 movies every week, I always had excuses for not joining them. I used to average 1-2 movies per quarter (Yes, we bankers measure time in quarters)! Now, including the one I saw today, it has been two in a span of 10 days!
* I've decided to get back in shape and stay healthy. Say bye bye to the pot belly. Today, I've bought myself a swimming cap and goggles. I'm thinking of taking an early morning swim EVERYDAY! Well, for that I will have to wake up even earlier. To take it notch higher, see the next point!
* Hold your breath! I've decided to start studying!!! What or rather For What is still a question mark! But it would be preparations for either the Civil Services or GMAT. Only time will tell. And as usual, I've ordered a new set of books from Flipkart. They have made quite a lot of money out of my unpredictable nature!
* My search for a fresh avenue is still on. Job applications are being forwarded at a very high rate. For someone who was arrogant that he cleared all the job interviews that he ever attended and that too with stars, I'm nursing the hurt ego from the last two outings. After flunking an interview and an MBA exam in the past one month, I've decided to be a little more serious while approaching things. Let's see for how long!
* Finally, I've decided that I will get back to reading and writing. I've made a personal promise of publishing at least one post per week here.
FootNote: The monsoons have arrived here in Kerala with a bang. Nothing is more beautiful than Kerala during the monsoons! But the daily commuting to work is a wet affair!
ToeNote: I will be older by an year in a couple of days. Oh man, am I suffering from the later half of the twenties syndrome?!
NailNote: I've been watching some really good movies lately including classics, Korean, Italian, Iranian. So far, I'm enjoying it to the core. I still have a lot more in my collection to watch.
* For someone who used to wake up at 8.30 AM in the morning on office days, I get ready and leave for job by 8.30 now. No more late nights too. All those days of late night football, movies and talking are over. By 10.30 PM, my jaws open wider than a hippo's and the very sight of the bed makes me fall onto it and romance it!
* Earlier, I rarely used to go to the movies. I always liked them in the comfort of my bed and laptop. Even when my friends used to go for 2-3 movies every week, I always had excuses for not joining them. I used to average 1-2 movies per quarter (Yes, we bankers measure time in quarters)! Now, including the one I saw today, it has been two in a span of 10 days!
* I've decided to get back in shape and stay healthy. Say bye bye to the pot belly. Today, I've bought myself a swimming cap and goggles. I'm thinking of taking an early morning swim EVERYDAY! Well, for that I will have to wake up even earlier. To take it notch higher, see the next point!
* Hold your breath! I've decided to start studying!!! What or rather For What is still a question mark! But it would be preparations for either the Civil Services or GMAT. Only time will tell. And as usual, I've ordered a new set of books from Flipkart. They have made quite a lot of money out of my unpredictable nature!
* My search for a fresh avenue is still on. Job applications are being forwarded at a very high rate. For someone who was arrogant that he cleared all the job interviews that he ever attended and that too with stars, I'm nursing the hurt ego from the last two outings. After flunking an interview and an MBA exam in the past one month, I've decided to be a little more serious while approaching things. Let's see for how long!
* Finally, I've decided that I will get back to reading and writing. I've made a personal promise of publishing at least one post per week here.
FootNote: The monsoons have arrived here in Kerala with a bang. Nothing is more beautiful than Kerala during the monsoons! But the daily commuting to work is a wet affair!
ToeNote: I will be older by an year in a couple of days. Oh man, am I suffering from the later half of the twenties syndrome?!
NailNote: I've been watching some really good movies lately including classics, Korean, Italian, Iranian. So far, I'm enjoying it to the core. I still have a lot more in my collection to watch.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Preach what you can practice
This blog entry should have, in actual, been published three weeks back, when I was still fuming. Better late than never.
On February 22nd, 2013, I had the honour of representing the bank where I work in the Kerala Management Association's Young Manager's Contest 2013. Our four member team bagged the second runner-up position, sharing it with Wonderla Holidays Pvt Ltd.
From the onset, when the four member team was formed from aspirants spread across the country, we were set upon winning it for the bank. We talked to many people - industry experts, past contestants and were told to expect tough competition and not be shocked by the end result. And we were also asked to look out for Mr. S R Nair. Once the name popped up, we were keen to know who he was. Thanks to Google and the World Wide Web, soon we had enough info on him. His blog, S R Nair's Blog, gave us a insight into what we were to expect. A professional turned entrepreneur, as he himself claims, had views on everything happening around the world, be it business, politics, religion, sports or society. We were awed by what we saw and were a little concerned on what to expect during the finals, for which he happened to be a regular member of the judging panel (so we were told).
I don't want to talk about what happened during the finals of the KMA Young Manager's Contest 2013. It's best if we let that untouched. But what I want to say happened a week later, at the closing ceremony of the KMA Management Week. Held on 27th February 2013 at the Avenue Center Hotel, Cochin, it was also to be the presentation ceremony for the winners of the KMA-YMC 2013. And as informed, we reported to the venue at 6.30 P.M. Mr. S R Nair, who also happens to be the President of KMA, was prominently seated on the dais. He opened with his speech of Kerala, on the theme of this year's Managment Week, beating a bush here and there, and making attempts at lightening the mood with his (attempts at) jokes.
Seated among the honoured guests on the dais was the director of one of the better known B-Schools of Kerala, who happened to be one of the sponsors for this year's management week. He too was one among the speakers on the occasion. Accordingly, when his turn came, he walked up to the podium and began his talk. The speaker was a holder of a Doctorate. The audience also had around 50 or more of his students.
A few minutes into his speech, Mr. S R Nair used his dais microphone to interrupt him, reminding him in full public that the doctor had 2 minutes to wind up his speech! Hearing this, my jaw dropped. I felt embarrassed on behalf of the poor speaker. And exactly two minutes later, the President again donned the microphone and told him loudly that his time is up!
For me, this was the height of insult. To be interrupted and asked to stop by the host when he was one among the invited guests. That too by a so man who cribbed in his blog in April 2012 that he was invited and insulted by one of the biggest TV Show hosts in Malayalam.Such hypocrites people can be! Now, when I look back, the most he has done in his blog is crib and complain about people and their lives. Some people live in the belief that they are so perfect and gifted that they have a right to criticize anyone and everyone and whatever they do or say is always right. Yes, everybody has the right to speech and the freedom of speech is of utmost importance but it should not be at the expense of others' rights and dignity. And it would be much better if people practiced what they preach. As for Mr. S R Nair, all I've to say is, What Goes Around, Comes Around.
On February 22nd, 2013, I had the honour of representing the bank where I work in the Kerala Management Association's Young Manager's Contest 2013. Our four member team bagged the second runner-up position, sharing it with Wonderla Holidays Pvt Ltd.
From the onset, when the four member team was formed from aspirants spread across the country, we were set upon winning it for the bank. We talked to many people - industry experts, past contestants and were told to expect tough competition and not be shocked by the end result. And we were also asked to look out for Mr. S R Nair. Once the name popped up, we were keen to know who he was. Thanks to Google and the World Wide Web, soon we had enough info on him. His blog, S R Nair's Blog, gave us a insight into what we were to expect. A professional turned entrepreneur, as he himself claims, had views on everything happening around the world, be it business, politics, religion, sports or society. We were awed by what we saw and were a little concerned on what to expect during the finals, for which he happened to be a regular member of the judging panel (so we were told).
I don't want to talk about what happened during the finals of the KMA Young Manager's Contest 2013. It's best if we let that untouched. But what I want to say happened a week later, at the closing ceremony of the KMA Management Week. Held on 27th February 2013 at the Avenue Center Hotel, Cochin, it was also to be the presentation ceremony for the winners of the KMA-YMC 2013. And as informed, we reported to the venue at 6.30 P.M. Mr. S R Nair, who also happens to be the President of KMA, was prominently seated on the dais. He opened with his speech of Kerala, on the theme of this year's Managment Week, beating a bush here and there, and making attempts at lightening the mood with his (attempts at) jokes.
Seated among the honoured guests on the dais was the director of one of the better known B-Schools of Kerala, who happened to be one of the sponsors for this year's management week. He too was one among the speakers on the occasion. Accordingly, when his turn came, he walked up to the podium and began his talk. The speaker was a holder of a Doctorate. The audience also had around 50 or more of his students.
A few minutes into his speech, Mr. S R Nair used his dais microphone to interrupt him, reminding him in full public that the doctor had 2 minutes to wind up his speech! Hearing this, my jaw dropped. I felt embarrassed on behalf of the poor speaker. And exactly two minutes later, the President again donned the microphone and told him loudly that his time is up!
For me, this was the height of insult. To be interrupted and asked to stop by the host when he was one among the invited guests. That too by a so man who cribbed in his blog in April 2012 that he was invited and insulted by one of the biggest TV Show hosts in Malayalam.Such hypocrites people can be! Now, when I look back, the most he has done in his blog is crib and complain about people and their lives. Some people live in the belief that they are so perfect and gifted that they have a right to criticize anyone and everyone and whatever they do or say is always right. Yes, everybody has the right to speech and the freedom of speech is of utmost importance but it should not be at the expense of others' rights and dignity. And it would be much better if people practiced what they preach. As for Mr. S R Nair, all I've to say is, What Goes Around, Comes Around.
Tuesday, March 05, 2013
For the love of Freedom...
How much does a couple of packs of cigarette cost? A bottle of beer at your favourite pub? A coffee from CCD? A lip gloss by Maybelline? Are you ready to spare an equal amount, as a one time thing, towards the protection of freedom?
For those of you who have the habit of Googling things, you would have noticed that, in most of the cases, one of the top 10 search results would be a link to Wikipedia (or one of its sister websites). Recently, Wikipedia has put up a new pop-up banner in their site. It goes like this -
Dear Wikipedia readers: We are the small non-profit that runs the #5 website in the world. We have only 150 staff but serve 450 million users, and have costs like any other top site: servers, power, rent, programs, and staff. Wikipedia is something special. It is like a library or a public park. It is like a temple for the mind, a place we can all go to think and learn. To protect our independence, we'll never run ads. We take no government funds. We run on donations averaging about Rs. 1500. If everyone reading this gave Rs. 100, our fundraiser would be done within an hour. If Wikipedia is useful to you, take one minute to keep it online another year. Please help us forget fundraising and get back to Wikipedia. Thank you.
If you believe in the freedom of speech; the idea that information should be available without boundaries or curbs or limitations by the law, please do your bit for keeping the Wiki group sites running. The fight for freedom doesn't always require loud, flashy slogans or protests in the streets. Sometimes, all it requires is a few clicks.
Here are the different Ways to Give.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Social Etiquette Vs Brutal Honesty
When you have to choose between the above two, which one would you choose? The social retard that I am, I chose the latter. And see what happened!
Case 1: A few days back
Tring Tring
I pick my phone. The screen displays the name Ms. X. I pick the call.
X: Hi! (Excited)
Me: Hi
X: Uh? Hmmm. I called you to tell about my marriage!!! (More excitement)
Me: Okieeee (Read: longer than the usual)
X: It's on this 20th. It is at ABC. It's a Sunday. You should come. P knows the place. You could come with him........
Me: I won't be coming. It has been three weeks since I went home. Plus, have a theatre festival going on in my hometown. I want to be there too.
X: What?? You could have at least said that you would come and then, not have come.
Me: Is that what you wanted?
Click.
Case 2: A few hours back, over SMS
Y: :-) i hope u hv a better Sunday
Me: I doubt it.
Y: How cynical of u to crush my hopes for u to hv a better Sunday! Some ppl i tel u!
Still, I prefer to go by the latter. I rest my case.
Case 1: A few days back
Tring Tring
I pick my phone. The screen displays the name Ms. X. I pick the call.
X: Hi! (Excited)
Me: Hi
X: Uh? Hmmm. I called you to tell about my marriage!!! (More excitement)
Me: Okieeee (Read: longer than the usual)
X: It's on this 20th. It is at ABC. It's a Sunday. You should come. P knows the place. You could come with him........
Me: I won't be coming. It has been three weeks since I went home. Plus, have a theatre festival going on in my hometown. I want to be there too.
X: What?? You could have at least said that you would come and then, not have come.
Me: Is that what you wanted?
Click.
Case 2: A few hours back, over SMS
Y: :-) i hope u hv a better Sunday
Me: I doubt it.
Y: How cynical of u to crush my hopes for u to hv a better Sunday! Some ppl i tel u!
Still, I prefer to go by the latter. I rest my case.
Friday, June 29, 2012
Incredible India - Aam Aadmi boards a train!
This is a post that I thought I would write, first thing I reached back after my trip to Goa. But due to various reasons ( read laziness), it got delayed by a week. Better late than never! So here we go.
I was travelling long distance in a train after a span of more than two and half years. Since I joined the bank, I've been putting in six day weeks and I'd little time for travels. This was my first lengthy leave after getting a job. Though the decision to take this sabbatical was planned, the idea to travel to Bengaluru and to Goa from there was taken on an impulse during the last minute.
Since I booked tickets during the last minute, I'd to settle for sleeper class tickets. Not that I'm one of the Babu Log who always travels by A/C. I had my own reasons - One, I'm someone who likes a lot of freedom and privacy when travelling and the uncrowded A/C coaches are always a blessing in this case. Two, as an employee of the bank, I'm entitled to travels by second class a/c and all my official trips are in the air conditioned coaches. Thirdly and most importantly, they are cleaner! I'm not a cleanliness freak who screams at a spot on the floor, but I prefer things clean and definitely, without odours!
The train was Yeshvantpur - Vasco Express and I was travelling the full distance. So, here I was, sitting by the window, staring at the rushing landscapes on an overclouded evening. It had been a couple of hours since I boarded the train. Suddenly, a man comes with a pet bottle filled with a strange coloured liquid and begins to spray it on the floor. The first thing that ran in my mind was "Oh!!! all of us are going to faint and he is going to rob us of our belongings!!!" But then, I began to smell lemon grass. He took a mop that was resting against the next seat and began mopping the floor. Soon enough, the floor was clean. I was fairly impressed. Indian Railways improved, I thought.
The train didn't have a pantry car since it was a short distance one. As the train pulled into Tiptur, I bought a cup of coffee. I took one sip and decided to correct my earlier thought. Even after all these years, the quality of food hadn't changed. If at all it had, it was for worse. I somehow managed to finished the brew. By that time, the train had already left the station. I crushed the Styrofoam cup well (lest they wash it and reuse it! How thoughtful of me!) and moved to the end of the compartment. I had two reasons for that - One, I had to dispose of the used cup. Second, a girl aged 23 was supposed to board the train from Tiptur and she was alone and was travelling all the way to Vasco!!! But to my great disappointment, there was no waste-bin underneath the washbasin unlike a/c coaches. The words waste-bin was clearly written on the panel beneath the sink but it was well nailed to its place.
I found the man who had cleaned the train a while earlier standing in the next compartment. I went there and asked in Hindi why there was no dustbin. He obviously didn't speak much Hindi but from the crushed cup in my hand and the word waste-bin, he clearly understood what I was saying. After all, languages are for the simple purpose of communicating, aren't they?! He replied in Kindi ( that could be summed as a mix of Kannada and Hindi, more of the former) and from what I gathered, he told me that there were no waste-bins in sleeper coaches. That's available only in the a/c coaches. You can throw the cup outside. YES, he definitely told me to throw the cup outside onto the tracks!!! I didn't do it. I walked back to my seat with the cup still in my hand.
Oh and by the way, the girl was obese!!!
As the train stopped at Arsikere Junction half an hour later, I got down and began the hunt for a dustbin on the platform. But I couldn't find one! On a major station, on its platform number two, I couldn't find a goddamn dustbin! In the end, I ended up walking 6 compartments length in the drizzle to find a dustbin and finally revealed myself of the albatross that came as a brownish hot, stale fluid worth five bucks!
Now for the twist in the kahani. A little time afterwards, another man comes with a yellow slip book with him. He paused for a moment near the seat shared by me and three other people, a family from Tamil Nadu. He then made way for himself among the outstretched legs of others and shoved the book and a pen towards me. I took a quick glance at what was written in it. It was a questionnaire on various aspects of the train compartment and the cleaning process. The Railways was definitely trying to get a genuine feedback since the questionnaire required you to fill details like your seat number and the PNR number. No cheating this time unless you rip of the reservation chart and fill up the book by yourself. But I wonder if anyone ever analyses the data so obtained.
Coming back to the yellow questionnaire, I began to read the questions. I was supposed to award points to each on a scale of 5. Some of the questions made me smile. There was one particular one which interested me. It inquired whether separate disposal bags were kept for degradable and plastic waste! After answering the questionnaire and pouring my heart out in the comments section, I asked the seemingly superior officer in charge of the cleanliness of the train about the question regarding waste disposal. He answered politely in broken Hindi that it was for the Babu Log in the a/c coaches! I asked him politely, in return, what I was supposed to do with the waste 'generated' by Aam Aadmis. Throw it outside, pat came the reply. Nothing more to add. I quickly gave back his book and pen and returned my gaze to the view outside.
I couldn't blame him. In a country where a particular queen bee called Didi, who has recently been churning out soap operas that would put Ekta Kapoor to shame, sacked one of her drones because he showed the guts to increase railway ticket prices after many years of the so called populist budgets and a sinking Railways. A man who wanted to save the Indian Railways, the world's biggest organisation and implement measures like Bio-Toilets and safety features in trains was shown his way out by an intolerant, power monger who had no qualms in mixing economics with politics! Now all those Abala Naaris out there, who frequently crib about the male dominance in our society, what do you have to say about this?
FootNote: If Didi sues me for this post or calls me a Maoist, I'm definitely going to turn into one!
ToeNote: I'm thinking of blogging on socially relevant topics once in a while under the title Incredible India. What say?
NailNote: Today is the last day on my sabbatical. It's back to office from Saturday. Sob sob.
I was travelling long distance in a train after a span of more than two and half years. Since I joined the bank, I've been putting in six day weeks and I'd little time for travels. This was my first lengthy leave after getting a job. Though the decision to take this sabbatical was planned, the idea to travel to Bengaluru and to Goa from there was taken on an impulse during the last minute.
Since I booked tickets during the last minute, I'd to settle for sleeper class tickets. Not that I'm one of the Babu Log who always travels by A/C. I had my own reasons - One, I'm someone who likes a lot of freedom and privacy when travelling and the uncrowded A/C coaches are always a blessing in this case. Two, as an employee of the bank, I'm entitled to travels by second class a/c and all my official trips are in the air conditioned coaches. Thirdly and most importantly, they are cleaner! I'm not a cleanliness freak who screams at a spot on the floor, but I prefer things clean and definitely, without odours!
The train was Yeshvantpur - Vasco Express and I was travelling the full distance. So, here I was, sitting by the window, staring at the rushing landscapes on an overclouded evening. It had been a couple of hours since I boarded the train. Suddenly, a man comes with a pet bottle filled with a strange coloured liquid and begins to spray it on the floor. The first thing that ran in my mind was "Oh!!! all of us are going to faint and he is going to rob us of our belongings!!!" But then, I began to smell lemon grass. He took a mop that was resting against the next seat and began mopping the floor. Soon enough, the floor was clean. I was fairly impressed. Indian Railways improved, I thought.
The train didn't have a pantry car since it was a short distance one. As the train pulled into Tiptur, I bought a cup of coffee. I took one sip and decided to correct my earlier thought. Even after all these years, the quality of food hadn't changed. If at all it had, it was for worse. I somehow managed to finished the brew. By that time, the train had already left the station. I crushed the Styrofoam cup well (lest they wash it and reuse it! How thoughtful of me!) and moved to the end of the compartment. I had two reasons for that - One, I had to dispose of the used cup. Second, a girl aged 23 was supposed to board the train from Tiptur and she was alone and was travelling all the way to Vasco!!! But to my great disappointment, there was no waste-bin underneath the washbasin unlike a/c coaches. The words waste-bin was clearly written on the panel beneath the sink but it was well nailed to its place.
I found the man who had cleaned the train a while earlier standing in the next compartment. I went there and asked in Hindi why there was no dustbin. He obviously didn't speak much Hindi but from the crushed cup in my hand and the word waste-bin, he clearly understood what I was saying. After all, languages are for the simple purpose of communicating, aren't they?! He replied in Kindi ( that could be summed as a mix of Kannada and Hindi, more of the former) and from what I gathered, he told me that there were no waste-bins in sleeper coaches. That's available only in the a/c coaches. You can throw the cup outside. YES, he definitely told me to throw the cup outside onto the tracks!!! I didn't do it. I walked back to my seat with the cup still in my hand.
Oh and by the way, the girl was obese!!!
As the train stopped at Arsikere Junction half an hour later, I got down and began the hunt for a dustbin on the platform. But I couldn't find one! On a major station, on its platform number two, I couldn't find a goddamn dustbin! In the end, I ended up walking 6 compartments length in the drizzle to find a dustbin and finally revealed myself of the albatross that came as a brownish hot, stale fluid worth five bucks!
Now for the twist in the kahani. A little time afterwards, another man comes with a yellow slip book with him. He paused for a moment near the seat shared by me and three other people, a family from Tamil Nadu. He then made way for himself among the outstretched legs of others and shoved the book and a pen towards me. I took a quick glance at what was written in it. It was a questionnaire on various aspects of the train compartment and the cleaning process. The Railways was definitely trying to get a genuine feedback since the questionnaire required you to fill details like your seat number and the PNR number. No cheating this time unless you rip of the reservation chart and fill up the book by yourself. But I wonder if anyone ever analyses the data so obtained.
Coming back to the yellow questionnaire, I began to read the questions. I was supposed to award points to each on a scale of 5. Some of the questions made me smile. There was one particular one which interested me. It inquired whether separate disposal bags were kept for degradable and plastic waste! After answering the questionnaire and pouring my heart out in the comments section, I asked the seemingly superior officer in charge of the cleanliness of the train about the question regarding waste disposal. He answered politely in broken Hindi that it was for the Babu Log in the a/c coaches! I asked him politely, in return, what I was supposed to do with the waste 'generated' by Aam Aadmis. Throw it outside, pat came the reply. Nothing more to add. I quickly gave back his book and pen and returned my gaze to the view outside.
I couldn't blame him. In a country where a particular queen bee called Didi, who has recently been churning out soap operas that would put Ekta Kapoor to shame, sacked one of her drones because he showed the guts to increase railway ticket prices after many years of the so called populist budgets and a sinking Railways. A man who wanted to save the Indian Railways, the world's biggest organisation and implement measures like Bio-Toilets and safety features in trains was shown his way out by an intolerant, power monger who had no qualms in mixing economics with politics! Now all those Abala Naaris out there, who frequently crib about the male dominance in our society, what do you have to say about this?
FootNote: If Didi sues me for this post or calls me a Maoist, I'm definitely going to turn into one!
ToeNote: I'm thinking of blogging on socially relevant topics once in a while under the title Incredible India. What say?
NailNote: Today is the last day on my sabbatical. It's back to office from Saturday. Sob sob.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Incredible India - A boy called Irfan
It has been quite a while since I wrote anything at all, leave alone a blog post. I've been having all these self apprehensions and complexes about writing. At times, I didn't want to write and I didn't find a motivation to write. It seemed like whatever creativity was there inside me was fast drying up. Work was taking its toll on me too. It was at this juncture that I finally decided to take the vacation that I had been putting off for two and half years. I didn't have to think much before I packed my bags and left for Goa with a halt at Bangalore on the way. I knew I had to find a story when I returned.
After a couple of days in Bangalore (one and half to be precise), I felt freshened up. Meeting many of my batch mates after years felt good. And as I boarded the Yeshvantpur Vasco Express on 17th, I knew that this trip was going to be something!
21st was my last day in Goa. During the four days I was in Goa, I had roamed about Ponda, Margao and Vasco all alone. The idea of travelling all alone had always intrigued me and I was now experiencing the same. Let me tell you, I found it an awesome experience. If you can manage Hindi, you could go almost anywhere in India I think! I had been putting off the trip to Panjim ( They don't say Panaji over here; it's Panjim!) for the last day. It was there I found my story in form of a little boy called Irfan!!!
After a couple of days in Bangalore (one and half to be precise), I felt freshened up. Meeting many of my batch mates after years felt good. And as I boarded the Yeshvantpur Vasco Express on 17th, I knew that this trip was going to be something!
21st was my last day in Goa. During the four days I was in Goa, I had roamed about Ponda, Margao and Vasco all alone. The idea of travelling all alone had always intrigued me and I was now experiencing the same. Let me tell you, I found it an awesome experience. If you can manage Hindi, you could go almost anywhere in India I think! I had been putting off the trip to Panjim ( They don't say Panaji over here; it's Panjim!) for the last day. It was there I found my story in form of a little boy called Irfan!!!
Irfan is one of the brightest kid I've ever come across. Not more than ten, he was managing a small shoe stall on his own inside the Panjim Market. In a market full of small makeshift shops selling everything from shoes, clothes to hair pins, each shop manned by seasoned owners who would quote a price of 500 rupees for a sandal they got for 50 bucks, where you have to bargain till your throats are dry and yet you will feel that you didn't get a good price, I had a grin on my face when I saw Irfan manning one of the first shops as your enter the market. I must admit I felt some arrogance and smiled inside as I thought I could get the better of him. Little did I know what he had in store for me!!!
I had been looking for sandals (or rather slippers) for my one and half year old nephew all over the places I've been to but with no success. And here in Panjim, they were having cute little crocs for the kids!
"Oye chottu, bachchon keliye sandals he?" (hey boy, you got sandals for kids?) I asked him.
"Hena sir, crocs hey. Kitne saal ka he?" (Yes sir, we got crocs. How old is the kid?) He replied in fluent Hindi and with a voice that meant business.
Thus began the conversation that will last with me for quite some time. I found a pair of cute little crocs, the most beautiful that I had ever come across. I asked him the price and he gave me a plain answer - 100 rupees. I liked the price tag but decided to bargain since while in Goa (or rather any place in India), nobody quotes the real price the first time. I tried my best with all the possible bargaining chips I had with me starting from off-season in Goa to the the train I had to catch later on but he didn't bat an eyelid!!! He didn't even look at me!!! Here was a kid who could give marketing grads from the best B-Schools of the country a run for the money they spent on their education!!!
I decided to move to the other shops ahead. Other shops were quoting as high as Rs 180/- for the same pair of crocs and even after bargaining, the least price I could find was 110!!! After roaming inside the market for another couple of hours, I finally decided to buy the crocs from the little boy. When I finally returned to the his shop, he welcomed me like a new customer. Maybe he didn't remember me. And if at all he did, he didn't show it a bit. We started the bargaining process yet again and we were back to square one. Or rather I was. He didn't budge even a little. This time around, there was another boy in the shop. He might have been around 15 but Irfan was clearly the boss here. He was dictating orders to the older boy, in a commanding voice that would have put team leaders to shame!!!
I felt small standing next to this little kid. Here was someone with confidence in his voice. But I wasn't ready to yield yet. I kept saying that I would pay only 90 rupees for the croc. But he conveniently ignored me and moved to another couple who had arrived at his shop. I lingered there itself, gazing at other items in the shop. I saw larger crocs on the display and asked for the price.
"Kaunsa chahiye aapko? 150 ka chahiye toh 150 ka dikhatha hun, 200 ka chahiye toh 200 ka dikhatha hun, 250 ka chahiye toh 250 ka dikhatha hun!!!" (Which one do you want? If you want the one that cost 150, I'll show you that; I can show you one that cost 200 or 250 also!!!)
And he went on explaining the various crocs on the display and why the difference in price. I admit I was awed at this little salesman!!! I felt humbled and was ready to accept defeat. I decided to take the small crocs for 100 bucks. He took the crocs from the display and asked the older boy to hand him a cover. But he seemed to be busy with the couple who had arrived earlier. Our little hero went inside, pushing the other boy aside, took a cover and wrapped my crocs inside it. I paid him with a note of 100 rupees and asked him his name.
"Irfan", he replied.
In a move that took me by surprise, he shoved a folded note of 10 rupees inside my hand!!! Here was a boy of not more than ten, who had just rubbished all the cliched notions of selling and marketing put forward by the business gurus and had just won a customer and his heart!!!
"Ek photo kheenju?" I asked him.
"Mere?" He inquired.
I nodded. A smile appeared on his face for the first time. He posed for me and looked into the camera with a straight face. When I had clicked his pic, he wanted to see how it had come. I showed him and his smile broke into a wide grin. I placed my hand on his head and ruffled his hair with affection and walked into the slight drizzle that had started, knowing that I had finally found my story.
FootNote: I had bought crocs of size 19 fearing that they would be too big for my lil boy. But when I reached home, it turned out that they were too small for him!!! Now the pair rests among other items in the shelf, without any use.
ToeNote: A week into my sabbatical, which I had took for the sole purpose of freshening up and reclaiming my life, all I'm doing is sleep and browse. I feel more lazy and tired than when I was putting in 6 days a week!!!
NailNote: I had started the post with all kind of thoughts about what to write and how to write. But it seems I haven't gotten over my writers block yet. The words were hard to come and I still get a feeling in the guts that somehow the post isn't finished and something is amiss!!!
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