6:30 PM

BLR – PNQ – BLR

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I’m sitting in the Pune Airport, checked in and awaiting my delayed flight. Harking back on the very eventful four days of my stay, I thought I’d write about it…for time pass atleast.

I’ve been to Pune many times between 2004 and 2007 mostly on business. I never had to mix business with pleasure coz the pleasure was always a part of the business I was here on. I must be thankful to the people I’ve worked with and the friends I made, for making this happen. The line between business and the friendship was well defined. There have been instances where I would have fought eye and tooth to protect the interest of my organization to the utter annoyance of the other. But just 10 mins after the meeting, the very same person, even though a very senior person, would have his arm around my shoulder joking and giving me ideas to spend my evenings. This delicate balance was an asset that I’ve been used to most of my working life. When I think of Pune, I am always reminded of many ppl I know, FC, our hostel situated close to FC, Vaishali and Rupali (restaurants…not girlfriends), the road side tea wala where we used to sit and chat for hours, a bench where we would be sitting way past midnight eating ice cream or kulfi, many friends to catch up with and so much more.

This time, even though I was forced to visit pune, I was looking forward to it. It was a pretty simple job, known territory and a good chance to re-live pune….old eshtyle. Everything was planned and taken care of before I left. An intricate plan was in place and an alternate plan to accommodate problems. I was all geared up to have fun. Little did I know what was in store.

Everything that could have gone wrong went wrong. Even things that could never go wrong went wrong. I had no idea that Murphy was working overtime here! When I’m faced with a problem, my thought process is always directed towards what next? Once the problem is resolved, I look back and analyze what went wrong and learn from it. This had helped me more times than it has harmed me. But this time it was different.

I felt like a lizard trying to climb up a slippery wall. It doesn’t go any higher, tries it's best not to slip further. Effectively it is going nowhere but exhausting itself. Same thing; I was slipping against my wish and I was trying too hard to bring it back on course. Effectively I exhausted myself physically, mentally and emotionally.

Last night I thought of an interesting concept I read in ‘Tuesdays with Morrie’…detach yourself. “Let the experience penetrate you fully. That’s how you are able to leave it”. Although Morrie said it in the context of relationships, I found it useful here. I was feeling vulnerable and I was doing my best to make it go away. Instead I embraced it. Early in the morning I called the people who were troubling me and made them a part of the problem. An honest plea and a little bit of my broken Marathi worked wonders. Everything fell into place and I could deliver according to my original plan. Now I’m going back home instead of having to spend my long weekend in Mumbai :)
I threw in a little bit of Prof. Pausch’s idea too. I’ve left a post-it on the monitors of the entire team who troubled me the most, but eventually helped me. It reads “Thanks for your help. Couldn’t have done it without you. गुडीपाड्वेच हार्धिक शुभेच्छा” It was not apple polishing. I really meant it. The fact is that they were the ones who created the problem. They were doing their job and I was doing mine. So no one is to be blamed.
Anyway, entangled in this mess, I was working 14 hours a day and had absolutely no time for anything else. But one thing is for sure…. My memories of Pune are tarnished :(

Cheers!!

24 Jan 2009 - Republic Day weekend. While most of the people were using the long weekend for a vacation or a trip, I was making a trial plan to be executed over the entire weekend. :( It wasn’t easy to turn down invitations for a trip without feeling jealous. Well… You gotta do what you gotta do. C’est la vie.

I set out early in the morning in the Sparky, picked up another guy (Ab) and headed towards Chennai. Ab who is from another city was not too happy being dragged out of bed early on a Saturday. But I was helping him out. So if anyone had a right to complain it was me! Around Hosur we started rigging up the car and started the test. A little later I started wondering what my friends would be upto in Coorg. Splashing water at the Hebbe Falls or wandering around the Elephant camp or.... My imagination was on overdrive……….zooooooooooooom. A black Cedia overtook us at an outrageous speed (The test required me to drive really slow. Cycles were overtaking me! Any slower and tortoises could have overtaken me) It had a KA-51 number plate…obviously headed towards Chennai for the weekend.

Back to day dreaming… I remembered the fun we had during a visit to Chennai a couple of months ago. I was talking to Ab about it when I saw the Cedia going slower than I was. There were two girls in the car and as I overtook them I noticed that both were very cute. Beach glasses, funky hairdo, a nose ring, designer watch, a couple of accessories that looked weird…basically ‘hip’ by today’s teenage stds. They were giggling away to glory as we passed them. Didn’t give it much thought and went on our way. A min later….zooooom. They overtake us again and a km later slow down as if waiting for us. I overtake them again and get to the left lane, they are on my tail for a little while, overtake me and wait for us a little ahead. This happened for quite some distance. One thing I loved about them is their driving. Although they were acting childish, all the traffic rules were being followed, indicators flashed while changing lanes, right overtaking…everything. For some reason I fancy a girl who drives well. I guess they were trying to allure us to race with them. Normally I might have increased my speed or atleast played along, but I was on a constant low speed trial and there was no way I would budge. After about 15-20 mins I guess they got bored. They overtook me one last time not before giving me
the bird!! I have been given the finger many times but never by a girl! Anyway…I didn’t really find it offensive but Ab did. How could a girl do that?!?

Somewhere near Krishnagiri we pulled into a gas station for LPG. We were almost done when the Cedia pulled up in the next aisle! I guess they had stopped for breakfast somewhere and we got ahead of them. The door opened, out came a fancy pair of shoes, designer jeans, a t-shirt which read “Other body parts are equally sexy!” and of course a girl in it. Ssspunky!!! I was wrong earlier about her being cuter. She was not only cute but also what her T-shirt said…sexy. I could not help staring at her. Pedicure, manicure and all other types of cures that exists were done on her. She was undoubtedly from a very well off family and around 22 I guess. She did not notice us for some time and when she did she froze in her tracks. I returned her nervous smile and after she realized that I had totally ignored the incident earlier, she got a little comfortable. She said they were getting bored and tried to add a little spice to their drive to Chennai.

I complimented her driving and she was visibly flattered. She said ‘I’ve done Bangalore - Chennai –Bangalore over weekends twice! I looove driving. You were driving very slowly. Looks like you are just learning to drive. You should build up your confidence! It takes some time but you’ll get there. Look at me. I started driving when I was 20. Today I can even drive at 100 Kmph. I know your spark will not go above 80 -90 Kmph. You can try driving at 60 atleast” I was making appropriate sounds, careful not to burst her balloon. It was very amusing. This innocent young thing is lecturing me on driving, quoting examples of having driven to Chennai twice in her life whereas I had driven to Chennai and back....on the same day......thrice...... last week alone. Ab was looking at me flabbergasted with my silence. Glad that he did not open his mouth, I thanked her for the advice and we parted ways.

Back in our car Ab accused me of being a softie towards girls. Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. But in this case proving how my experience was better than that of hers would hardly matter. Instead I was better off letting her go thinking she helped boost an amateur’s confidence.

We started out measurements again and finished the low speed part and switched to the high speed part which meant driving at a constant speed of 140 kmph. About 15 mins of driving I spotted the Cedia overtook it and vanished from their view within minutes. I was not sure whether they had seen us or not. We talked about what their reaction would have been like when we overtook them so fast and on and on… Finally, we had an interesting topic to talk about for time pass. Time just flew away. The test finished an hour later; we stopped for a quick lunch and started on our way back to Bangalore. While I was waiting for a break in the opposite lane traffic for a U turn, the Cedia came to our left, stopped, the girl gave me a mock salute and went on her way to Chennai and we came back home. It had taken her almost 45 mins to catch up with us! A depressing day turned out to be quite interesting… Thanks to the girls in the Cedia. I guess this is what is called "(k)aam ka (k)aam, guthliyon ke daam"

But the most unfortunate thing is that at the gas station since I was trying to be coy and all neither did I introduce myself nor did I get an intro. What a shame!


Cheers!


I should really learn to blog under 500 words....what say?

11:46 PM

My First Crush

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I had to do something monotonous at work today and it was very very very boring. My mind was idle.....so put a few words together. I know it is stupid - dumb - childish etc etc. But as the saying goes "What's the point in being an adult if you can't act childish once in awhile". Those of you who hold back your comments after reading this trying not to be rude...bring it on!




Saw a couple cuddling in the traffic rush,
it refreshed memories of my first crush.
Her name was twinkle, she was my star.
She was the prettiest girl I had seen so far.

It was love at first sight when our eyes met.
I don't know if I was a victim or a target.
Looking at her, my heart started to quiver,
I broke into cold sweat and anxious shiver.

I wanted to talk to her; what to say I had no clue.
Tongue tied, I ended up complimenting her shoe.
The compliment brought out the cutest smile.
It drove me bonkers. Man!! Was I juvenile.

I wanted to confess my love, but was very shy.
I did not want to give it up without a try.
Mustering courage, I had to express how I felt,
Her knees went week when in front of her I knelt.

She accepted my love and felt the same,
It was that moment which shot me to fame.
Later she gave me an innocent kiss,
I swear, a couple of heart beats I did miss!

My friends congratulated me on my catch,
Everyone agreed that we were a perfect match.
We would sit hand in hand on the lawn,
Hoping we could stay that way dusk to dawn.

We thought of marriage when things got serious
But our parents thought we were getting delirious
We hatched a plan, deciding to run from home,
Didn’t matter where we end up: USA or Rome.

At the scheduled hour I was in the bus stand,
desperately waiting for her hand in my hand.
She never came and I was heart broken,
My life changed completely, rudely awoken.

Hunted & found, to my house I was dragged,
I cried my eyes out till they actually sagged.
Her name was twinkle, she was my star.
Story is old; Now she's a mother of chaar (4)

All of this happened was when I was 6 and she was 8
We were forbidden even to go out of the gate.
We couldn’t cross the road, let alone elope,
Trying it after growing up was the only hope.

Now she’s married and has a husband,
I’m happy for them, for he’s my best friend.
We recall this incident and laugh our heads off,
Our innocence as kids is indeed a reason to scoff

Their youngest kid is a chubby lil baby girl,
with cute dimples and bushy hair that curl
Her name is dimple, now she is my star.
She’s the prettiest girl I’ve seen so far.

Theers!!


Like I said..it ain't no work of Rudyard Kipling!

It's a poem originating from a random inkling.