It's over a year now in this place and it surprises me that I am yet to form an impression about living in a place like Mumbai. While there are things that really amaze me like the old-world charm of the buildings and roads in South bombay(I still like calling it that!) and the way every nerve of Mumbai functions with little interference(Its wearing out with time I know), there are things that really annoy me and nullify the positives. I cant stand the horrid habit of chewing tobacco like you were on a competition with your bovine counterparts. I cant stand the art of making the world your spitoon all the more. Nowhere else have I seen such a horrendous habit(Fine I havent seen all the world. But the little suffices!). It seems as dear to a family as its heirloom. Bless their souls.!!
It was another one of those days when I was thinking about the level of annoyance Mumbai managed to throw into me, seated in a bus right behind a true Mumbaikar. The vehicle hadnt halted a micro second that the crowd poured out, like water gushing off the dam flood gates. With time I had realised the futility of trying to be a part of the mad rush. A nanosecond wasnt as precious to me as it was for these "hard earning" citizens. I could afford to wait for the bus to empty and take my space to get off.
Another attitude of the modern Mumbaikar that irks me is their total negligence to traffic rules. Pedestrians top the list of citizens ignoring traffic rules. Any mondane Mumbaikar would walk off unstopping from one end of any busy road to the other, cutting right through traffic, with the least concern to the oncoming vehicles. What they fail to realise is 1.Their waiting for their turn would ensure faster traffic outflow from the signal. and 2. They are not participants of some reality program that the world is watching. As I stand there amidst a bustling traffic, opposite an equally or most probably doubly busy train station, waiting for the green to turn red, and find my way across, people pour over all around me and walk ahead. The honks pound as drivers try to wade their way through this ocean of walkers. And the heights of irony was these 'concerned' citizens giving me the dirty look for standing there and obstructing their right of way.
I remember this particular rule that the municipal corporation of Bangalore had come up with, back in the late nineties, when I was in school. They imposed a heavy fine on this act - They even christened it 'jay-walking'. The traffic congestion on M G Road had come down drastically, as pedestrians slowly treaded along the footpaths, in search of a zebra crossing. Mumbai is desperate for desperate measures.
I definitely dint lose much from the two extra minutes I spent at the crossing here - It gave me more time to admire the citizens of this city. Once on the other side, I walked towards the bridge that would take me from the Industrial sector of the area to the residential part of it (OK! For those unaware, The east and west of a region was initially meant to zonalise the area and separate the industrial commotion from the residential peace. Not that we follow what is meant to be). If no other positive effect has come out of my frequent trips to the gym, I am fine. Because one thing I am carrying forward in life is climbing stairs, and doing it with a higher purpose than getting to the top. I usually skip steps and make sure I dont spend more than half a minute in going up the 50 odd steps out there. The fleeting adrenaline rush gives me a good feeling.
As I approached the foot of the stairs, I noticed a traffic jam of different sorts here. Fine, not everyone shares the same opinion about this little ritual of mine. I waded through traffic and was half the way up when a spree of competitors razed up, past me, reached the top and gave me that sarcastic smile. A smile of victory. Its not a city specific phenomenon I know, but what was it with men and not letting women overtake them? It was a road for God's sake.
This brings back times in the Textile city. H and me on the bike and zooming past sluggish men on their bikes, evading a confrontation at home. The minute realisation dawned on them that it was a bunch of college girls, who had just taken over, the Bull is up and razing. Phew.! Kids! I would say. It's a global phenomenon alright.
With a knowing smile on my face, in return to their glance, I walked up and over the train station. It was the usual, buzzing with sights and colors of any road-side market place in Mumbai. They sold everything from pirated cds to t-shirts and trousers. Numb to all of this now, I walked ahead, when a slight agonising moan from one end of the walkway distracted my attention. It was an old lady, hunched with age. The cause of her moan was two saggin bags on both hands, loaded with sweets for her grand children, probably. As she struggled to inch forward, tugging her goodies along, another sigh escaped her frail body. She slowly looked up to ensure she was on the right way, and to judge the battlefield still left ahead.
Observing all this, I had walked a few paces past her, when something made me stop. What was I doing, walking past, like I had a million dollar business to catch up with, when she was here struggling? I stopped. Unsure if I was doing the right thing, I retraced my step back to meet up with the old lady. I bent low to meet her line of vision and extended a hand towards one of her bags. In a soft Hindi I had rehersed in my quick trip to her, I asked her if I could carry her bags till the end of the walkway, to make it easy for her. By the end of the statement, my left hand was clutching the handle of her bag on the right, waiting for her to smile, aquiese and let go of her grip.
I dint know how it began, but a second later she was screaming on the top of her shrill voice.'Chor! Chor!'. I also dint know if the voice was really that loud or it was my racing mind that had amplified all of it. As I turned around to access the damage, I saw glances walk past me, a question in their eyes. I felt her hand loosen my hold off the bag and walk past quickly. As I stood there, shaken with what had just happened, I saw her turn back to give me a last complaining glance. Stealing my grand children's cookies..??
For once I was happy the citizens of Mumbai were not much of the interfering sort or concerned human beings. Else I would have landed up in a hospital near by and the next day's headlines would read something in the lines of 'Considerate citizens save an old lady from theft.','The young woman thief, working in a software company tried to lure the old lady to part with her belongings.','Citizens beat the hell out of the robber and make her confess that she was deployed by a distant wing of Dawood and was trained in multiple arms handling.'.
Was it my mistake? I ask myself again. Do these Mumbaikars need ten bomb blasts rocking the city in an hour or a flood draining their belongings, to show their compassionate side? Wasn't there something called Humanity that should be alive in us at all times? My Mistake!!
18 January 2007
17 January 2007
The first citizen of India
A quiet gathering of twenty odd somethings stood up as the National anthem sounded over the sound system. A few hundred kilometres away, the President of India joined other dignitaries on stage to sing the same anthem a millionth time in his life.
An hour back, the admin department had deployed the best of its troops to the cafeteria, to set out the stage for the occasion. I except all these learned engineers to be enthusiastic in listening to the scientist turned president speak. Lets keep some chairs in hand. Just in case. The Head had thought out aloud.
Half an hour earlier, a few last minute lunchers gobbled their meal up. They saw men armed, waiting to take their tables away, and make room for more chairs. They had to rush.
The Head checked his watch, the hundreth time in the last one hour. It was acceptable that the president was delayed and would be half an hour behind schedule. All these dignitaries are forever running late. But what happened to the great minds working in this building.? Did they have a fore thought that the president would be late? Would they come pouring in when the dignitaries arrived? I hope there is no mad rush. He was glad he was doing all the thinking in his head.
It was an hour into the function when the Head returned. After the welcome and introduction, the podium had been handed over to the president. He was well into his discussion about India and emerging technologies. The Head particularly liked the idea about a collaboration of all technologies - information, communication, biotech and nano - to form a system that works for bettering the standard of Indian living. A great thought.
Another prospective thought was about a change in the primary education syllabus, that ensures that children of tomorrow do not lose the creativity that's inbuilt, let a trade of between grades and originality take over. It looked like a root cause for many issues plaguing the generation coming up - the education system.
It was a good question this school kid asked - What was the First citizen's opinion about the brain drain that has been tormenting us for the last whole decade. Look at the positive aspect, he said. He quoted all those who have stayed back to make a difference. It was afterall an issue about our attitude and thought process. Why look and lament about those who have left us when there are ones that have stayed back for us. And to think that there are 2 million Indians living outside India!
After the National Anthem was sung, with all heads held high, the few who had come in to witness this occasion left, while in the other city, those gathered waited for the president to leave. It was a mere five minutes before the cafeteria lay silent. There was only the sounds from the kitchen, preperations for the evening snacks where in full swing.
As the Head sat on one of the seats in a distant recess, while his troops started putting the seating arrangement away, he thought. His mind went racing back to a time, when there this same canteen had been over flowing with people. Those who had made the terrible mistake of leaving their seats in their respective floors later than the others, where left with just enough space to stand and witness the proceedings. There was dancing, to tunes from the latest bollywood, and singing and a lot of cheering. Smiles lit all faces and a jolly mood was in.
He couldn't remember what the event was. But those who couldn't find space to sit then had come back to him with a complaint. The arrangements were bad. The company dint like us participating. This was the event that had forced him to ensure things went right today. He had made sure all the four hundred had place to sit or stand comfortably. Then what had gone wrong?
Why dint these minds of tomorrow find it not important to listen to the President speak, when he himself, a mere mortal, with a level of IQ much lesser than these that earned billions for the company, was excited all day?? Why were their priorities so misturned that a speech about their own country, delivered by their own president, at one of their own company campuses not require a trivial hour of listening time??
They are the future. The tomorrow of the country. God Bless!!
An hour back, the admin department had deployed the best of its troops to the cafeteria, to set out the stage for the occasion. I except all these learned engineers to be enthusiastic in listening to the scientist turned president speak. Lets keep some chairs in hand. Just in case. The Head had thought out aloud.
Half an hour earlier, a few last minute lunchers gobbled their meal up. They saw men armed, waiting to take their tables away, and make room for more chairs. They had to rush.
The Head checked his watch, the hundreth time in the last one hour. It was acceptable that the president was delayed and would be half an hour behind schedule. All these dignitaries are forever running late. But what happened to the great minds working in this building.? Did they have a fore thought that the president would be late? Would they come pouring in when the dignitaries arrived? I hope there is no mad rush. He was glad he was doing all the thinking in his head.
It was an hour into the function when the Head returned. After the welcome and introduction, the podium had been handed over to the president. He was well into his discussion about India and emerging technologies. The Head particularly liked the idea about a collaboration of all technologies - information, communication, biotech and nano - to form a system that works for bettering the standard of Indian living. A great thought.
Another prospective thought was about a change in the primary education syllabus, that ensures that children of tomorrow do not lose the creativity that's inbuilt, let a trade of between grades and originality take over. It looked like a root cause for many issues plaguing the generation coming up - the education system.
It was a good question this school kid asked - What was the First citizen's opinion about the brain drain that has been tormenting us for the last whole decade. Look at the positive aspect, he said. He quoted all those who have stayed back to make a difference. It was afterall an issue about our attitude and thought process. Why look and lament about those who have left us when there are ones that have stayed back for us. And to think that there are 2 million Indians living outside India!
After the National Anthem was sung, with all heads held high, the few who had come in to witness this occasion left, while in the other city, those gathered waited for the president to leave. It was a mere five minutes before the cafeteria lay silent. There was only the sounds from the kitchen, preperations for the evening snacks where in full swing.
As the Head sat on one of the seats in a distant recess, while his troops started putting the seating arrangement away, he thought. His mind went racing back to a time, when there this same canteen had been over flowing with people. Those who had made the terrible mistake of leaving their seats in their respective floors later than the others, where left with just enough space to stand and witness the proceedings. There was dancing, to tunes from the latest bollywood, and singing and a lot of cheering. Smiles lit all faces and a jolly mood was in.
He couldn't remember what the event was. But those who couldn't find space to sit then had come back to him with a complaint. The arrangements were bad. The company dint like us participating. This was the event that had forced him to ensure things went right today. He had made sure all the four hundred had place to sit or stand comfortably. Then what had gone wrong?
Why dint these minds of tomorrow find it not important to listen to the President speak, when he himself, a mere mortal, with a level of IQ much lesser than these that earned billions for the company, was excited all day?? Why were their priorities so misturned that a speech about their own country, delivered by their own president, at one of their own company campuses not require a trivial hour of listening time??
They are the future. The tomorrow of the country. God Bless!!
20 December 2006
They call it Life!
Stage: Straight out of a mid morning crisis in a BEST bus plying a critical route, a journey lasting 30 mins on the worst day.
Actors: Mr.Y - A concerned citizen of the metro, a guy in his mid 20s.
Mr.A - A 'whatever' citizen in his mid 40s.
Ms.Me - The silent observer.
Setting: Bus fast approaching a bus stop ABC. A signal at a stone's throw distance before the stop.The bus lessens pace by 5 kmph to ready itself for a red.
Stage positions: Mr.Y on the first door step, keen on getting out first and getting a life.
Mr.A right behind Y and on his heels already.
Ms.Me has no rush to get down ever. The destionation is stop ABC+1 anyway.
Scene 1:
Mr.A: Let me have way man. I need to get down.
Mr.Y: No problem dude. Even I'm getting down at ABC. Chill.
Mr.A: Oh cut the crap and move it.
Mr.Y: What's the rush man? You dont wanna get down now.
Mr.A: What's itching your ***(something about the sister)..??
Mr.Y: Why'd you wanna get off a running bus, you old man?
Mr.A: I die by falling from a runnin bus, how does it affect you idiot..?
Bus stalls at ABC. Dialogue ends. Mr.Y and Mr.A rush out like they have an emergency to attend to. Bus departs.
Scene 2: Introduce, unknown to all, a really concerned citizen, hale and healthy, currently occupying the seat for the physically challenged. Manages to successfully catch the attention of the bus driver.
Him: :) What amusing characters? One cares for the life of another who doesnt care for it himself.
Driver: They have to die, why cant they take the train instead? My bus is not for such things. And the trains have a higher hit rate you know??
Him: Hee..yeah yeah..
Bus stalls at ABC+1. Ms.Me alights.
Ms.Me: I wonder what the world is coming to!!
Actors: Mr.Y - A concerned citizen of the metro, a guy in his mid 20s.
Mr.A - A 'whatever' citizen in his mid 40s.
Ms.Me - The silent observer.
Setting: Bus fast approaching a bus stop ABC. A signal at a stone's throw distance before the stop.The bus lessens pace by 5 kmph to ready itself for a red.
Stage positions: Mr.Y on the first door step, keen on getting out first and getting a life.
Mr.A right behind Y and on his heels already.
Ms.Me has no rush to get down ever. The destionation is stop ABC+1 anyway.
Scene 1:
Mr.A: Let me have way man. I need to get down.
Mr.Y: No problem dude. Even I'm getting down at ABC. Chill.
Mr.A: Oh cut the crap and move it.
Mr.Y: What's the rush man? You dont wanna get down now.
Mr.A: What's itching your ***(something about the sister)..??
Mr.Y: Why'd you wanna get off a running bus, you old man?
Mr.A: I die by falling from a runnin bus, how does it affect you idiot..?
Bus stalls at ABC. Dialogue ends. Mr.Y and Mr.A rush out like they have an emergency to attend to. Bus departs.
Scene 2: Introduce, unknown to all, a really concerned citizen, hale and healthy, currently occupying the seat for the physically challenged. Manages to successfully catch the attention of the bus driver.
Him: :) What amusing characters? One cares for the life of another who doesnt care for it himself.
Driver: They have to die, why cant they take the train instead? My bus is not for such things. And the trains have a higher hit rate you know??
Him: Hee..yeah yeah..
Bus stalls at ABC+1. Ms.Me alights.
Ms.Me: I wonder what the world is coming to!!
04 October 2006
Irritants unlimited
There are some who dare to call me finicky and others who still havent crossed certain threshholds act nice enough to call me particular, but i agree; there are few things that really manage to move my days frmo bad to worse in a jiffy. And when such things are within my space of control, I make it a point to voice my opinion about it and make my irritation known. And sitting idle in one of those rare occasions, I realised there were a few of those "things", that vexed me at all times of occurrence, irrespective of my saner moods. A quick jot of those would be...
Tsssk..Tcchh..Take the order man..!!
Any form of discourtesy to waiters and attendants at hotels irks me, for the sheer reason that neither of us chose to be where we are at that very moment. And for all those who shout out at waiters for tasteless food or missed out spices, you have to realise that his job was only to serve and the actual cooking was done by someone back in the kitchen. I always feel this light undervaluing speaks volumes of a person waiting for the bleakest opportunity to show his higher position in society. A cheap trick if you ask me.
No yaar..got loads of work to do...
If the deriding customer at the hotel was one, then another big turn off is all those who feign reasons to stay up late at night in office. Come to office early, walk around cubicles grinning at the ladies, share moments of light humour with your male friends every other minute, check mails and forward them to every single address on your book, visit all those banned sites through the proxies that some distant smart ass friend of yours gave you, and find every other opportunity to waste time. At when it was time for normal people to leave, you act like you were stuck saving the world all day, and it is only now, post office hours, that you have time for your "actual" work. Oh puhleease..! Give me a break.
I hate it all the more when you make sure the boss knows of such tacky tricks, and send out emails to all at weird hours in the day or on Sundays. And the icing comes when the boss is such that he fails to recognise them as a mere attempt to earn a few extra points. Whats with the whole world..!!
Oh no...am not hungry now..
Anybody who knew me real well, would know that I strongly detest people(read 'fellow ladies') who'd serve themselves half a serving of food and one glass of sugarless, iceless, fruitless fruit juice; and then go on to complain about how much they were eating and how little they were hungry. They'd sit through the whole meal, nibbling at the morsels spilt on the plate and rant about them having put on so much weight that their mothers failed to take them in. What's with the publicity gimmick now? And praise the 'man'kind that actually falls prey to such cheap tricks and makes a conversation out of this nothing affair. I'd just let them be there at the corner unattended and the next time they'd make a conversation out of how much they ate and still managed the body slim thin.
Well, these seem to top the list of turn offs, the rest include a variety infact. Range from the good old samaritan who makes sure the streets of India are a scene out of a modern artist's latest creation; to the great music lovers of the country who make sure their mobile phones add the flavour to life irrespective of being at the totally wrong place and scene.
Long live all these irritants, for they give me something to write on every other day..
Tsssk..Tcchh..Take the order man..!!
Any form of discourtesy to waiters and attendants at hotels irks me, for the sheer reason that neither of us chose to be where we are at that very moment. And for all those who shout out at waiters for tasteless food or missed out spices, you have to realise that his job was only to serve and the actual cooking was done by someone back in the kitchen. I always feel this light undervaluing speaks volumes of a person waiting for the bleakest opportunity to show his higher position in society. A cheap trick if you ask me.
No yaar..got loads of work to do...
If the deriding customer at the hotel was one, then another big turn off is all those who feign reasons to stay up late at night in office. Come to office early, walk around cubicles grinning at the ladies, share moments of light humour with your male friends every other minute, check mails and forward them to every single address on your book, visit all those banned sites through the proxies that some distant smart ass friend of yours gave you, and find every other opportunity to waste time. At when it was time for normal people to leave, you act like you were stuck saving the world all day, and it is only now, post office hours, that you have time for your "actual" work. Oh puhleease..! Give me a break.
I hate it all the more when you make sure the boss knows of such tacky tricks, and send out emails to all at weird hours in the day or on Sundays. And the icing comes when the boss is such that he fails to recognise them as a mere attempt to earn a few extra points. Whats with the whole world..!!
Oh no...am not hungry now..
Anybody who knew me real well, would know that I strongly detest people(read 'fellow ladies') who'd serve themselves half a serving of food and one glass of sugarless, iceless, fruitless fruit juice; and then go on to complain about how much they were eating and how little they were hungry. They'd sit through the whole meal, nibbling at the morsels spilt on the plate and rant about them having put on so much weight that their mothers failed to take them in. What's with the publicity gimmick now? And praise the 'man'kind that actually falls prey to such cheap tricks and makes a conversation out of this nothing affair. I'd just let them be there at the corner unattended and the next time they'd make a conversation out of how much they ate and still managed the body slim thin.
Well, these seem to top the list of turn offs, the rest include a variety infact. Range from the good old samaritan who makes sure the streets of India are a scene out of a modern artist's latest creation; to the great music lovers of the country who make sure their mobile phones add the flavour to life irrespective of being at the totally wrong place and scene.
Long live all these irritants, for they give me something to write on every other day..
13 September 2006
Long time man !
It was meant to be a daddy-daughter day out. Both of us had got out early from office for just this (with my ML giving me the weirdest face when i said the guy i was going out was my dad).
And the special occasion - mom was getting back after a whole month and a half and 14 stitches down.
We met five minutes behind schedule and a mere flick of the eyebrow acknowledged the presence of the other. We'd gone through this ordeal the weekend before, with little success. A heavy sigh and both walked into the showroom.
One generation believed that no hifi could beat the good old cassette player, with that bumper offer of a built-in FM, that made sure it worked perfectly well when oriented somewhere between nnw and nww, and all you needed to get it playing again was a good hard slap, to bring it back home like your prodigal son; that all of today's sci fi gadgets were a mere eye wash and nothing worked wonders like the age old spool tape player; might be we should just get that one thatha has and present it to your mom!; It and all its antique values you know...
While the other generation was still mulling over the recent Bose experience, that made all other players look like a tricycle in a mercedes showroom; was still sulking at the inability to afford its 6 digit price tag; was out with a resolve to get something as close to reality as possible and ensure that music filled the whole room..the whole house?..yeah, what the hell..! filled the whole society up!
And a compromise it was when we finally narrowed down to a Sony dz120k,850W RMS(140W*5+140W), with a built-in S-Master Digital Amplifier and the option to play DTS, Dolby Digital, Dolby Pro Logic & Dolby Pro Logic II, DVD-R/+R/+R DL/+RW/-RW/-RW (VR) Playback, CD-R / CD-RW Playback/ J-PEG Playback/ MP3 Playback, DivX Playback, and exorbitantly priced at 15,990/-*.
The disaster could wait till tomorrow, for we were hungry at the end of the whole getting in and out of the finalisation process. We exchanged our niceties with the utterly saccharine salespeople, yes we would surely come back first thing tomorrow morning and get it. Yeah we know your showroom is the best in the neighbourhood and offers the best price for the best Sony all over India. Good Bye..!
Walked straight into a eatery next door. As we ordered our respective Jaipuri Sev Puri and Bhel Puri, it dawned on me that one of the few things that bridged any generation gap was this mundane delicacy, made mostly out of what looks like junk and is aptly called Chat. We stood at a table at the center, surrounded by chairs, all occupied by families eating their hearts out.
Both of us stared into our own nowheres, in our own quest to find those eluding answers. Our thought processes would have been something like,
Him: Damn that guy in Bihar man, else my all India sales would have been up by 30%...and that car, bugging me again as usual...wonder if H will top her class this time too...hmmm and poor narain is getting no visibility at all yaar...and the amma thinks she can telecast crap and get away with...oh gotta get up at 6 tomorrow morning and run to office...if i leave well before 8, am sure i can beat that traffic jam at Uncle's Kitchen...and why the hell did that cheque bounce man..
Me: What an excuse for a home theatre man...we should get all these guys to visit that Bose store once..so they know where they're heading..even their sales guys looked hot right.?? but why is that damned exe not running..with all my F8ing too..!!Will my accepting to Evolv really help.??Hey when was the last time I listened to that real cool song..!Man I wanna get out...Oh tell that fat lady to stop screaming now..I need sleep...loads of it...
At the end of all of that, both of us turned quietly, yet together, to look at the family sitting closest to us. The little daughter wailed into the night, while the mother fed little morsels of food between munching down some for herself. The older one, she was eight or nine, had been a victor in wiping out her plate of bhel completely and was looking greedily at the menu for the next on her list. The father and the mother exchanged intermitten conversations about her father coming over, and him forever complaining about the weather out here..Oh! not that your mother is a big blessing anyway..!! Beta, dont spill your food.
We continued to stare...Daddy can we have ice cream after this, please ??waaoohhaa.!!! Amma why cant we get ice cream after this..?? Oh darn those neighbours..waaahhaaaghhhhh.!! Lets go to Lonavla this weekend na...waaahhh..!!! I want a balloon if not an ice cream...Should we buy a diamond earring instead.?? waaagghhh..!! Whatever you want to buy dear, lets go to Lonavla...Where did you go away last night after sending that courier ??
Me: So when's amma coming?
He: This Friday..
Me: Hmm...Long time right..??
He: Yeah...Long time...
*Inclusive of all taxes
And the special occasion - mom was getting back after a whole month and a half and 14 stitches down.
We met five minutes behind schedule and a mere flick of the eyebrow acknowledged the presence of the other. We'd gone through this ordeal the weekend before, with little success. A heavy sigh and both walked into the showroom.
One generation believed that no hifi could beat the good old cassette player, with that bumper offer of a built-in FM, that made sure it worked perfectly well when oriented somewhere between nnw and nww, and all you needed to get it playing again was a good hard slap, to bring it back home like your prodigal son; that all of today's sci fi gadgets were a mere eye wash and nothing worked wonders like the age old spool tape player; might be we should just get that one thatha has and present it to your mom!; It and all its antique values you know...
While the other generation was still mulling over the recent Bose experience, that made all other players look like a tricycle in a mercedes showroom; was still sulking at the inability to afford its 6 digit price tag; was out with a resolve to get something as close to reality as possible and ensure that music filled the whole room..the whole house?..yeah, what the hell..! filled the whole society up!
And a compromise it was when we finally narrowed down to a Sony dz120k,850W RMS(140W*5+140W), with a built-in S-Master Digital Amplifier and the option to play DTS, Dolby Digital, Dolby Pro Logic & Dolby Pro Logic II, DVD-R/+R/+R DL/+RW/-RW/-RW (VR) Playback, CD-R / CD-RW Playback/ J-PEG Playback/ MP3 Playback, DivX Playback, and exorbitantly priced at 15,990/-*.
The disaster could wait till tomorrow, for we were hungry at the end of the whole getting in and out of the finalisation process. We exchanged our niceties with the utterly saccharine salespeople, yes we would surely come back first thing tomorrow morning and get it. Yeah we know your showroom is the best in the neighbourhood and offers the best price for the best Sony all over India. Good Bye..!
Walked straight into a eatery next door. As we ordered our respective Jaipuri Sev Puri and Bhel Puri, it dawned on me that one of the few things that bridged any generation gap was this mundane delicacy, made mostly out of what looks like junk and is aptly called Chat. We stood at a table at the center, surrounded by chairs, all occupied by families eating their hearts out.
Both of us stared into our own nowheres, in our own quest to find those eluding answers. Our thought processes would have been something like,
Him: Damn that guy in Bihar man, else my all India sales would have been up by 30%...and that car, bugging me again as usual...wonder if H will top her class this time too...hmmm and poor narain is getting no visibility at all yaar...and the amma thinks she can telecast crap and get away with...oh gotta get up at 6 tomorrow morning and run to office...if i leave well before 8, am sure i can beat that traffic jam at Uncle's Kitchen...and why the hell did that cheque bounce man..
Me: What an excuse for a home theatre man...we should get all these guys to visit that Bose store once..so they know where they're heading..even their sales guys looked hot right.?? but why is that damned exe not running..with all my F8ing too..!!Will my accepting to Evolv really help.??Hey when was the last time I listened to that real cool song..!Man I wanna get out...Oh tell that fat lady to stop screaming now..I need sleep...loads of it...
At the end of all of that, both of us turned quietly, yet together, to look at the family sitting closest to us. The little daughter wailed into the night, while the mother fed little morsels of food between munching down some for herself. The older one, she was eight or nine, had been a victor in wiping out her plate of bhel completely and was looking greedily at the menu for the next on her list. The father and the mother exchanged intermitten conversations about her father coming over, and him forever complaining about the weather out here..Oh! not that your mother is a big blessing anyway..!! Beta, dont spill your food.
We continued to stare...Daddy can we have ice cream after this, please ??waaoohhaa.!!! Amma why cant we get ice cream after this..?? Oh darn those neighbours..waaahhaaaghhhhh.!! Lets go to Lonavla this weekend na...waaahhh..!!! I want a balloon if not an ice cream...Should we buy a diamond earring instead.?? waaagghhh..!! Whatever you want to buy dear, lets go to Lonavla...Where did you go away last night after sending that courier ??
Me: So when's amma coming?
He: This Friday..
Me: Hmm...Long time right..??
He: Yeah...Long time...
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