Saturday, November 17, 2012

Coming Soon

Following are the topics on which I will be blogging soon:

1. The Metro Manual
2. Perspectives
3. Musical Talent - Every Indian has one common one!
4. What am I?

Solitude


Lonely when alone, lonely when in a crowd,
Solitude for company, but silence seems too loud.

Not a moment to be satisfied or feel proud,
As happiness lies hidden behind a shroud.

People once close are no more in touch,
The ones who are never bothered too much.

He sits on the beach as the waves pass by,
Taking away the sand around him and saying a good bye.

He lies down under the open sky with stars shining bright,
Wondering how time changes and darkness takes precedence over light.

Mobile phone next to him as he waits to hear it beep,
Knowing well that neither will it come to life nor will he get any sleep.

He logs in, as social media is an escape and Internet gives some hope.
He knows that it is now an addiction and is his life’s dope.

How long this will last, he has absolutely no clue,
But suffering and pain is a friend of many, which he knows is true.

Ephemeral and eternal are words that sound quite same,
But which one you will get stuck with, for that you have Karma to blame.

As the morning sun rises and throws it rays,
He gets up and adds this to another one of those days.

A canvas that was once full of colour,
Today seems fading and getting duller.

I pray for him and I hope he stays sane,
Because every smile of his hides so much of pain.

Solitude as your companion is always a bane,
It is an evil that gets your life in the wrong lane.













Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Corporate Jargon Demystified


One of the prerequisites of joining the corporate world is to be able to separate the wheat from the chaff.

If you missed it, I just used a jargon in the sentence above, which is one of the unstated hobbies of people in the corporate world.

I have been a victim and a guilty party to it on numerous occasions. Funnily, when you are the one committing the crime, it all sounds fine, but in case you are the victim, the jargon can be like a painful pill you have to swallow, which the doctor has prescribed.

I have always found jargons to be nothing but diplomatic statements that corporate use, when they do not want to say something directly. These jargons have a hidden meaning behind them, which I have tried to decipher.

Here is the list of jargons that I have often heard being bandied around along with their true meanings and my special comments for each of them:

Corporate Jargon
What they mean to say
My special comments
Having said that
I am not sure of what is right and what is wrong. So at the cost of contradicting myself, let me put my point of view from both the sides. Who knows which of them maybe right?’

Once you use ‘having said that’, I ignore one of the two points and it is my prerogative whether I choose the point before your jargon or after!
At the end of the day
It does not matter what I say. What has to happen will happen ultimately.

When I hear this, I start thinking of the time that I can go out of office and party.
Back of the envelope calculations
 I have not been able to do enough work on this project so I do not want to be held responsible for the numbers that I quote. Let me get away by saying that these are just back of the envelope calculations.

I just wonder who ever does calculations at the back of an envelope! Are there no calculators and excel sheets?

Let’s get everyone on the same page
I already know that lot of people do not agree to my proposal. Let us try to convince them.
Are we all reading a similar book that we can expect people to come to the same page?
Let’s take this offline
I do not have the gumption or courage to argue in an open forum.
We are not on Facebook or Twitter. We are already offline. Offline further than this would mean out of office and I am fine with anything that takes me out of office!
We need more granularity
I do not understand this very clearly. Please give me more details so that I can critique and thrash the idea.
I think a food godown can get you more granularity
Let us open one more bucket
The idea is interesting but I have no idea where to slot it. We will have to figure it out.
At this rate, plastic manufacturers will rejoice as we keep opening so many buckets on a daily basis!
These cells need to be populated
I just want to sound cool so I am using these words for a simple exercise.
So you mean you want me to fill the excel sheet and asking me to do such a mundane thing will make you feel cool?
Out of the box thinking
I want to impress the Board. Let us take something new and interesting.
Jack also pops out of the box and his head is out when he thinks!
Believe you me
Since everyone else uses this, let me also use it.
So who do I believe? You or me?
Or maybe both eh?

In fact, when you look through these, most would not even qualify as jargon but unfortunately, since these are used sporadically by corporate, I have taken the liberty of classifying them as corporate jargon.

These are just some of the ones that I can recollect while putting this blog. There are many more floating around and I might just update this blog sometime in future, once I have got a handful to share once again.

Disclaimer: The above article is a work of fiction and any resemblance to anyone living is purely unintentional and coincidental. If you still feel offended, go back to my third paragraph, where I talk about being the victim and being guilty and you will understand.


Phew! That should be good to save the job!

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Walking through the haze

Where do I start from? The present is muddled up, the past is getting hazier by the day and the future seems to be engulfed in a fog, leaving no chance of any visibility and making one rely on one’s imagination to see beyond that. 

These were the thoughts Ritwik was having as soon as he was asked “Tell me something about yourself” by the interviewer. Not a new question for Ritwik who had given a number of interviews in the last 10 years – not only for a job, but even to the media. 

Ritwik Malhotra had the gift of the gab. Ten minutes after people met him, they would be lapping up things from his hand. A natural charmer was his second name and he knew how to play to the galleries. 

Today, things were different. The simplest of questions was making Ritwik fumble and search for answers. He started off slowly and hesitantly “My name is Ritwik Malhotra. I have been working since the last 10 years and my last job was that of a Category Head with Smith & Baine (S&B), where I was handling their blades and razor segment in their personal care category. “ 

As words started coming out slowly, Ritwik knew that this is not how he starts off. But at that stage, he had no control on what he was saying and he decided to go with the flow. 

“I was with Smith & Baine (S&B) for the last five years. I moved there from A.V. Somani Pvt. Ltd., where I was the Marketing Manager for three years. I was managing their entire skin care range, comprising of three of their large brands – Eternity, Pause and Awe, and New You.” 

“You were seen as a star performer in S&B. With your kind of experience and performance, why did S&B ask you to leave their organization in such a quick and hushed manner?” 

This was the question Ritwik was dreading right from the start of the interview, but it did come up, making Ritwik go livid. He used his calming technique and took a deep breath before looking straight into the eye of the lady who asked him this question. 

“Ms. Dewan, I was not asked to leave the organization. The circumstances had become such that I was planning to quit the organization. S&B got a whiff of what is on my mind and they came up with an allegation and asked me to leave.” said Ritwik with a steely look in his eye, which made the lady a bit uncomfortable. 

A minute of silence followed. 

Once again a series of thoughts flashed across Ritwik. They were not in a set pattern; they were more like a montage of scenes from the last ten years. 

Fashion shows, Niharika Dalal, Achiever’s Award, interviews, flash lights, clubs and parties, wedding, shopping and holidays, legal contracts, business newspaper headlines…. 

“Can you please explain this in detail?”, asked the gentleman sitting on the right. 

“I am sorry but I would not like to talk about this any further than this. The reason that I am sitting here and you are interviewing me is because you believe in my capability, my skills and my talent. All of you giving your time also means that somewhere, you all believe that there is more to this whole controversy than meets the eye. If that is true, then I think we should not dwell on that issue any further and rather talk about what I can do for your company and whether I seem like the right fit or not.” 

“Fair enough, so we will talk on other aspects and let this pass off.” spoke Ms. Dewan once again, acknowledging the nods of the other two gentlemen on either sides of her. 

The montage of shots continued to run in Ritwik’s head and he could not shake them off. He could recollect one of the news articles clearly: 

Ritwik Malhotra, Category Head, Smith & Baine quits S&B suddenly and abruptly. 

It is quite surprising that Ritwik Malhotra, who was seen as a star performer at Smith & Baine, and who was being groomed for more senior roles has suddenly decided to leave the organization. 

Ritwik has been credited for reviving the sagging fortunes of the blades and razor category of Smith & Baine with his innovative and different style of marketing. This not only grew the category in double digits for three years in a row for the first time ever, but also made one of their brands Smoother Me one of the most trusted brands by consumers, featuring in the 10 most trusted brands list for the first time ever since the time of its launch. 

Ritwik Malhotra is married to Niharika Dalal, who was a super model in her heydays. They started dating when Niharika Dalal was signed as a brand ambassador for one of the brands Ritwik was managing – Pause and Awe, while working for A.V. Somani. 

Some unconfirmed reports say that Ritwik Malhotra was asked to leave and his character was questioned by the organization. This is surprising as last year itself, S&B gave Ritwik the Young Achiever’s Award and made him the youngest member of the Board. 

Emails and SMSes sent to both Smith & Baine and Ritwik Malhotra did not elicit any response. 

Watch this space for more updates on this story. 

“So Ritwik, do you think you would be fine working with a company which is 1/5th the size of S&B and hence the brands are also much smaller?”, asked the guy in pin-stripe suit, breaking the train of thoughts of Ritwik. 

“I have never been bothered about the present size of the company. What is most important to me is how big I can make the brands I handle and the company I work for. That is the challenge I thrive on. So you can be rest assured on that front. “ 

“It is good to know that. I think we have asked what we wanted to ask you. Moreover, your work is pretty well known in the industry so we don’t need to know more on that front. We would like to offer you the role of Chief Marketing Officer in our company. I will work out the entire offer and send it to you on your email by tomorrow.” said the HR head sitting on the right. He then extended his hand to shake hands with Ritwik. 

Ritwik thanked each one of them and headed to his car. He was relieved to get a job after the big stories of last couple of months around him. 

At the age of 34, Ritwik had his life set. An extremely stunning wife, youngest Category Head in Smith & Baine, the star of the senior Management Committee, an Audi Q7 in his parking bay in tony South Mumbai and a career that looked headed in the right direction… atleast till the series of events of the last two months. 

It was 2002 when Ritwik had seen Niharika in one of the fashion magazines he was surfing through. He was short-listing magazines to advertise in, for the three brands that he was managing at A.V. Somani. They were looking for a face for their premium skin care brand Pause and Awe, and Niharika Dalal seemed to fit the bill perfectly. She had a lovely jaw line, a great body, fantastic skin and an aura around her personality. Ritwik personally attended a few fashion shows where Niharika Dalal was the show stopper to be sure about her as the brand ambassador. 

A meeting was set up between Ritwik and Niharika through her agent. Both hit it off instantly from their first meeting itself. Ritwik signed Niharika for his brand with a two year legal contract and those were also the two years that he dated Niharika before proposing to her. They got married in a lavish wedding ceremony at the Taj Mahal Hotel, Colaba, attended by everyone from the fashion world and the FMCG industry. 

Ritwik Malhotra had become the poster boy of the FMCG industry after turning out two brands of A.V. Somani into market leaders. This happened when the brands were being written off by the veterans of the industry and it made everyone take notice of him. CNBC did a story on him that led to the CEO of Smith & Baine noticing him and calling him over for a cup of coffee. The coffee resulted in a job offer at S&B as their Category Head. 

While his professional life was on an upward swing, the same was not true of his personal life. His married life was rocky and there were serious compatibility issues between Ritwik and Niharika. They tried to work it out by going on a number of holidays, but it just did not work out. Ritwik and Niharika had been staying separately since the last one year, though they were yet to take a legal course of action. 

Four months back, there was a party to celebrate the highest ever growth year of Ritwik’s category, where he met Irene. Irene had just completed her Masters in Psychology from New York and was visiting Mumbai for a few months. Ritwik’s Thank You speech won him an admirer in Irene. She went across and introduced herself. Ritwik’s natural charm further enamored her and he was also impressed by her intelligence and world knowledge. They exchanged numbers before saying a Good Bye that night. 

Exchanging numbers was a bad decision in retrospect according to Ritwik as he was thinking of these series of events while driving. 

Hey there. How are you? I am super bored. Do you want to catch up for a cup of coffee? Irene Beeped Ritwik’s mobile, while he was sitting in one of the usual presentations. 

It is difficult to overpower temptation and loneliness often forgets rationale. 

Despite knowing the repercussions of this could be bad, Ritwik sent a reply: I am doing very well. Thank you. I am stuck in a meeting at the moment and will get done by 7 pm. How about meeting at the Oberoi Coffee Shop at 9.30 pm today? 

An instant reply came to Ritwik: Done. It is a date then. Shall look forward to an interesting evening J 

Ritwik skipped a heartbeat on reading the message. Not because of excitement, but because of guilt. He knew this was not right as he was still married. 

Ritwik and Irene got along like a house on fire. They both had similar interests – movies, long drives, nice cars and writing. They both enjoyed each other’s company. 

One date was not enough for both. What followed was a series of dates, movies, dinner and also a weekend holiday to Lonavla, where they made love for the first time. It was special with the rains hitting on the window sill, making the outside temperature colder, while the inside temperature continued getting hotter. 

Despite being together for a month and a half, Ritwik had not disclosed one big secret of his life to Irene - he was married. 

One evening, Niharika saw him holding Irene’s hand and enjoying his wine at Aer lounge, the open air lounge at the Four Seasons Hotel and just flew off the handle. Abuses were hurled. Loyalties were questioned. There was lot of bad blood all around. Irene watched all of this shell-shocked. As soon as the scene got over, she just got up and walked off without even having a word with Ritwik. 

Ritwik tried calling Irene a number of times over the next few days but she would just not respond. 

A fortnight passed and Ritwik was still not able to get in touch with Irene. She had also blocked him on all social networking sites. While Ritwik was sending another message to Irene, he was asked to come into Mr. Shroff’s cabin. As soon as he walked in, Mr. Shroff just let it go “You swine! Fucking liar! How dare you play around with the emotions of my girl.“ He caught Ritwik by his collar then and hollered “Despite being married, you went around with Irene and made her pregnant! Irene is my daughter and the apple of my eye and you hurt her. You bastard!”. With this, he slapped Ritwik on his face and asked him to leave his room and not try to get in touch with his daughter again. 

Ritwik was taken aback. Not by Mr. Shroff’s reaction and him slapping him, but with what he had just said ‘Irene is my daughter and is pregnant’. How? He had used protection. Did it tear off? Did he not realize when that happened? Or has there been someone else also in Irene’s life? Why did the name Irene Shroff not ring a bell in his head when they were dating each other? 

Ritwik’s head was buzzing with all these thoughts but he tried to gain his senses to figure out his next steps. He had to leave this organization after all that had happened today as his career in this organization was in jeopardy after this reaction of Mr. Shroff. 

Ritwik came to the office next day with a resignation with him, which was accepted immediately. Mr. Shroff had spoken to HR and managed to convince them that Ritwik’s character was questionable and S&B could not have such a person on their rolls. As the CMD, Abraham Shroff wielded power across functions and across the Board. Being the highest stakeholder in the company further added weight to what he had to say and everyone had to hear that. 

Everyone in the organization was shocked by this sudden development and there were a number of rumours and stories that started doing the rounds. Ritwik just did not have the patience to clarify and correct people. 

All the business papers were busy speculating and talking about this new development in Ritwik’s career and this sudden move, but neither Smith & Baine gave a comment nor did Ritwik reply to the numerous queries that he got. 

Ritwik drove straight to Marine Drive and went and sat on the parapet from where he could see the sea right across, the horizon above the sea – teasing it and the stars in the sky. This was the same place where Ritwik had started dreaming his ambitions at the start of his career. He always wanted to shine like the star above over the city of Mumbai. This was also the place where Ritwik and Niharika had come often, late in the night to escape the shutter bugs. 

This was not how it was supposed to be. Ritwik wanted to get his life back in order. He decided to drive straight to Niharika’s place. He needed someone today more than ever, who could hear him out patiently. He wanted to give it one more shot with her, if she was willing to allow him into her life once again. 



Sunday, September 23, 2012

#55wordstory: Themes: Week 9

Theme: Platonic
It was a small seed at first. Too small to even notice. But soon, the roots took their place. With every passing day, the roots grew stronger. Uprooting them now was impossible. This small seed of 'Doubt' grew so big, that it stopped differentiating between physical relationship and platonic friendship and ended a beautiful journey. 

Theme: Noise
Rajeev: "I am buying lots of noise making crackers for my son Sid. After all Shor Na Machaya toh Mazaa Nahin Aaya"
Sail: "That is good but ask him to be careful. I still feel sad for Rahim. After last year's incident, the deafening sound of silence is the noise that bothers him a lot." 

Theme: Angst
It was a momentary lapse of judgment and Rajan's short-temper, which led him to hit Roshita.
She went to another room and closed it to decide her next set of action between her sobs.
The choice was between calling the police or forgiving Rajan.
She decided for the latter by hanging herself from the fan. 

Theme: Brazen
Having always been a topper Derek didn't want to miss it this time either. But this time it was different.
He was caught cheating. Instead of being brazen about it, he broke down. The death of his mother a month back didn't allow him to prepare and his first attempt at cheating had fallen flat.

Theme: Furtive
Sitting at a cafe in Paris, Raul kept giving furtive glances to Lolita while sipping his cup of coffee.
Anyone noticing this would have thought Raul to be shy and not being able to walk across and speak to her.
No one knew that Raul was a detective hired to keep a watch on Lolita.



Sunday, September 16, 2012

Traffic Jams are our Birth Right

Getting stuck in bad traffic is our birth right and so escaping it is just not possible. 

Over and above this, if one stays in Delhi and works in Gurgaon, then you can imagine that such a person enjoys this fundamental right every day that he goes to work. 

What really messes this up is when traffic signals stop working and traffic police take charge. I have seen this on every occasion that such a thing happens, the backlog of traffic just increases across all roads. 

This made me thinking - What is the kind of courses that a traffic policeman goes through before he is given his posting? What are the subjects that he studies to be able to manage traffic? Has anyone of you ever paid attention to this aspect when you see a traffic policeman on the road? I doubt that we have even reflected about this for a moment. After all, we are always in a hurry and rush to reach somewhere that while he is an authority that exists whom we follow; he has never been of more consequence for us to really think about it. 

I also would not have given a thought to it but getting stuck in regular traffic jams was making me wonder on where lies the root cause of the problem. That is when I went to my marketing experience and tried to compare vehicles to stocks. 

Eureka! I had my answer. Or maybe I had a question in my mind, which needs an answer and hopefully an action. The question in my mind, which I believe is also the answer is: 

Is Supply Chain Management a part of their course? Supply Chain Managers are supposed to ensure movement of goods in the right manner and at the right pace ensuring that goods reach their destinations on time and there is no back log of stocks at the factory. 

If that is the case, then shouldn’t supply chain management be a mandatory course for all the traffic police across the country. After all, their job is also to ensure that the vehicles move at the right pace and they reach their destinations on time without creating a back log on the roads. 

I do hope that this blog reaches out to a few traffic police people, who can think and reflect on what I just wrote and see how this can be implemented. 

Ironically, this is a blog that should be written on a week day after an arduous journey, but unfortunately, it is once again the traffic jam that does not allow me to reach home on time to put a blog like this on a week day and so I had to manage it on a weekend.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

If petrol was not found, this blog would not have existed!

Zapped by the title of my blog? Don’t be as it will get clear to you at the end of the blog. While the title of the blog is quite long, it is pertinent to what this blog wants to talk about. 

Discoveries and inventions are an on-going process, which started since the time mankind evolved and will continue till the time mankind stays, as finding something new to improve and make peoples’ lives better is the wont of human beings. 

There have been a number of discoveries and inventions that are counted amongst the most relevant ones to change the lifestyle of human beings. But if one takes a step back, lot of these would be of no relevance if another invention or discovery had not taken place to complement or support these. 

Let me explain this further with a few of these examples: 
1. The invention of automobiles would have no utility had petrol not been found. 
2. If electricity was not developed, we would not be enjoying the confines of an air conditioned rooms in our homes and offices. 
3. We would not have been enjoying the gramophone, tape recorders, Walkman or iPods over the years if there would have been no invention of musical instruments to create music. 
4. A thermometer would not show any temperature had mercury not been found. 
5. Pens and pencils would just have been show pieces had ink and graphite not been available to make them. 
6. There was no question of the existence of something called the Internet if someone did not invent the computer first. 

I could go on and on as this list can have numerous such examples of discoveries or inventions that don’t enjoy the same status as the discoveries and inventions they complement. 

So coming back to the title of the blog and what is the connect? 

Well, if petrol was not there, there would have been no automobiles. Because there were automobiles, people decided to spread out across the world. To survive anywhere in the world, they had to work hard day and night. To be able to see in the night, they needed light, leading to the invention of electricity and the light bulb. Now that people were staying far away from each other, they wanted to communicate which led to Alexandar Graham Bell’s invention of the telephone. As people started working more and more, they wanted to make life easier for themselves, which led to the invention of the computer. With computers being present, Internet came into existence for communication to take place. Once the Internet was there, this blog came into existence. 

So it is fair to conclude that discovery of petrol led to the existence of this blog!

Sunday, August 19, 2012

#55wordstory - Themes: Week 8

Theme: Captive
Salil had visited so many countries, but there was not a single picture to show.
Many people asked him the reason, and his response always was "Nature is meant to be enjoyed with your naked eyes. You cannot make them captives of your lens and think that you would be able to enjoy them later" 

Theme: Free
Rajan invited his secretary Rita for lunch at the Taj and asked her if she would like to get promoted.
“Sure Sir” replied Rita
“But you know Rita, there are no free lunches” grinned Rajan.
Rita knew he was another one of those creeps to be avoided at all costs. She decided to quit soon. 

Theme: Catharsis
As a kid, putting pen to paper was like a catharsis for him. It allowed him to escape to a make-believe world from the stress of his boring life.
But things had changed nowadays, as all the writing was happening through keyboards and screens.
Who had the time to find a pen or a paper?

Theme: Consequences
The liftman closed the lift even after noticing her come.
As soon as he came down again, she shouted and abused him a lot.
He didn't say a thing. Two days later, her body was found with a slit on her neck. She didn't know the consequences of a small incident would be so fatal. 

Theme: Lost
The year was 1995. Rajeev's father had got him a CD player from his US visit and Rajeev wanted to show it off in school.
In all the excitement, he forgot it in his classroom that day. He tried checking the 'Lost and Found' section next day but he knew it was a lost cause. 

Theme: Risque
Shoaib trudged back home after a tiring day expecting another emotionless session at home as usual.
Simar looked different today and was very sweet to Shoaib, surprising him. After dinner, she switched off the TV and called Shoaib to the bedroom.
Shoaib did not notice that the book on Simar's table was '50 Shades of Grey'.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Is Social Networking feeding our Narcissism?

I have been wanting to blog on this topic for weeks but the very topic I want to blog about would suck me into its whirlpool every now and then so strongly that getting out of its hold would be next to impossible. Yes, social networking has that power! 

Research after research throws up the same thing – every person loves a few words of appreciation, a pat on the back, an acknowledgement of the great work he/she is doing. When one does not get this, one’s motivation levels tend to go down, whether it is at work, home or any other place. 

Enter Social Networking. A phenomenon that has taken the world by storm. Why is it so? Is it because it allows people to connect with each other? No, there are phone calls for that. Is it because it allows one to give work update to others? No, there are emails for that. 

Then what is the reason? 

It is simply because social networking is an ego boosting mechanism, which allows your narcissism to grow manifold by feeding it regularly and yet making it crave for more and more. 

Every like that your status message generates on Facebook, every comment that your picture gathers and every new follower that you accumulate on Twitter are nothing but food for the narcissist inside each one of us. 

No wonder after every post that we upload, there is this constant urge to check the network regularly to see if anyone has liked it or not or has it generated a conversation or a mention or not or has it been retweeted or not. 

It is once again the veil of narcissism that allows us to celebrate every new follower, who most of the times is a stranger, who we do not know but yet are happy to have him or her follow us. This is the same reason bots are seen as useless but yet relevant, simply because they add up to the numbers and make us feel important in this crazy world. 

Today, even our styles of holidays and vacations have changed completely. It is more about capturing the right kind of pictures that can be shared with friends and get comments rather than sitting back and enjoying the view available to us. Every picture that is clicked is also checked and evaluated to see its potential to be shared and is deleted and clicked again if it is not worth sharing. 

The reality is that we may get bored and move from one social network to the other as we had done from Orkut to Facebook, but as long as the narcissism in us exists, social networking will continue to thrive and dominate a large part of our lives. 

Now I need to rush and quickly upload this post, so that the link of the same can be shared with all. My narcissistic hunger beckons! 







Saturday, July 28, 2012

Travel Update


It is wonderful to keep a tab on the places you have visited in your life time. I am sure this still does not include quite a few places that I have been to, but it is a good start.

Travelling is a wonderful experience and I recommend each and everyone to see more and more new places as the world out there is amazing.

Every city and every country has its own story. One needs to just soak in and enjoy it.

  
   

       

 




#55wordstory - Themes: Week 7

Theme: Kill
For miles and miles, all one could see was the pure white expanse of snow like a canvas. The mountains stood tall and proud with no hubris or arrogance.
But it all changed 13 years back with blotches of red spoiling the pristine beauty and taking away the silence.
Kargil – something we will never forget.

Theme: Damage
Being teenagers, their emotions were fragile. A trip to the amusement park got her heart in her mouth. The roller -coaster ride made her scream and he laughed at her. The relationship was damaged there and it was a closed case. She was just trying to understand love and all he had was lust for her.

Theme: Envy
Radheshyam's car was getting scratches daily and he reported to the police, who caught Manekchand red-handed.
On interrogation, he revealed his jealousy on seeing the new 32-inch TV of Radheshyam and so he did this.
When police realised the brand of the TV, they had a hearty laugh. The brand was Onida - 'Owner's Pride. Neighbour's Envy'.

Theme: Death
Meera and Sameer exchanged their vows and said “Till death do us apart” amidst friends and family. Theirs was a love marriage after three years of courtship.
Meera’s bad dream turned out to be her premonition when Sameer met with an accident.
The words that rang in her head were: “Till death do us apart”

Theme: Supernatural
Everyone thought that Karim was alone and lonely. He did not think like that. He had an unwanted companion with him for years.
It seemed as if there was some supernatural power that ensured that he was never alone and pain was his constant companion.
Karim longed for solitude, at least without this companion.

Theme: Blue
It was the first art class of the six year olds. The teacher asked them to draw and colour a river.
Everyone except Ameya coloured the river blue. He coloured it black.
When asked, he replied " But madam, I've always seen the Yamuna as black and never blue. My house is on the river bank".

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Let’s talk about him. He is gone now!

The need to put this blog triggered after watching the mass hysteria that prevailed across mediums and forums after the deaths of two famous and great men – Dara Singh and Rajesh Khanna.

Reams of paper were printed giving the minutest of details of their individual lives, things we did not know about them, stories that talked about their personalities, incidents giving glimpses into them as individuals.

Even the social media – whether it was Facebook or Twitter was abuzz with people remembering them and showing reverence.

While there is nothing wrong in remembering someone who has left, what I am not able to fathom is why all these good things were not mentioned about that person while he was alive. Why do we feel that we cannot tell the world all these things when the person is alive? Why do we feel that we need to wait for the person to go away to bring out these stories?

I do not remember any article or news story on Dara Singh or Rajesh Khanna in recent times other than the times when they were admitted to the hospital or when Rajesh Khanna appeared in the Havell’s advertisement, which gave people an opportunity to just thrash the commercial but not talk about any of the good things of Rajesh Khanna that suddenly appeared after his death.

Won’t it be amazing to know about the great things about a person when he is alive so that one can appreciate him for those things and he can also get to know about it/read/hear about it? If someone has achieved so much in life, it should be celebrated during his lifetime rather than writing paeans about him after he has gone.

This analogy can be extended further. People will not appreciate the great work/virtues of a colleague till the time he is around in an organization, but will talk and remember him only after he has left the organization and the said person will never know what people thought about him.

The attempt of this blog is not to question or criticize the tribute that comes in from people after the person has left but rather say that one really does not need to wait for the person to have gone to talk the good things about him.





Sunday, July 15, 2012

#55wordstory - Themes: Week 6

Theme: Fragile
Brian loved breaking his cars and toys as soon as he got it. His parents thought that he would become an engineer just like his father. His love affair with breaking things stopped only after he broke the fragile heart of a girl who committed suicide after knowing that Brian was just flirting with her.

Theme: Scream
The weather was lovely so I decided to drive to work. I thought Friday the 13th should be enjoyed but what was in store made me scream.
No traffic lights working in the morning and complete chaos all around.
Now driving for two hours in the evening and yet not home.
Friday the 13th curse is here!

Theme: Aphrodisiac
"Hey Rajeev. Why the hell are you sweating and crying?"
"Give me water first Akash"
"Here. Calm down"
"I met a doctor who recommended eating 5 Mexican chillies as they are good as aphrodisiac. With this condition, i will be taking water rather than making love"
"I have only one thing to say Rajeev: facepalm!"

Theme: Mouth
"Mom what is a chatter-box?" asked 6 year old Malini after returning from school.
"Someone who talks a lot. Someone like you" said her mother Priya.
"Mom. Then Tina is very mean. She told Jiah that she can never be a chatter-box"
Why?
"Because Mom she cannot speak." spoke Malini with tears in her eyes.

Theme: Lust
July was around the corner and the ritual was about to begin. It was the same pattern every year.
Nishil would get the tickets for the semi-finals and sit back and enjoy the seeds. He loved watching the seeds battle out at Centre Court for the Wimbledon title while lustfully enjoying the strawberries and cream.

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Short Story: Radhika's Dilemma


‘Ladies’ man’ were the two words that came to Radhika’s mind after getting out of his room on the 37th floor. After heaving a sigh of relief, Radhika went back to her duties.

Radhika had been working at Hotel SpringCity as a Manager for the the last five years. SpringCity was Mumbai’s Island Paradise, a stately 7 star hotel, in the middle of the Arabian Sea. With its 87 floors, 706 rooms and 87 suites, its clientele fittingly ranged from the wealthy, the glamorous and the glitterati the world over. They converged to its lovely rooms whenever they were in the financial capital of India. So bumping into European royalty, corporate leaders, or International film stars was almost a given here.  Jestin Langford, a celebrated Investment Banker was one of them.

Jestin Langford was a regular at SpringCity. He visited India once a month to service his Indian HNIs and to put together the strategies for their mergers and acquisitions. A suave New Yorker, he was a Harvard product, working for America’s number one investment bank – A.L. Stinsons. SpringCity served as his base of operations, due to its proximity to his client’s tony offices at Nariman Point, making his 37th floor suite indispensable.

Being a regular to Maximum City, Jestin knew all the hot-spots as he strongly believed that a city has not been lived-in truly if one has not seen what it has to offer as its night life. He was clear whenever he was out partying with his clients – to never discuss work. Jestin was an enviable mover on the floor, having learnt salsa for nine years. His lithe body pulsating under strobe lights made Indian women swoon and lust after his agile body.

Radhika was the face of Hotel SpringCity, knowing each regular by name, occupation down to their likes and dislikes. She considered it as an integral part of customer relationship management. There had been instances in the past where a guest was disappointed on not being given the service that was promised and it would take only 10 minutes for Radhika to pacify the guest. A charming personality aside, she was a pleasure to talk to.

Radhika had met Jestin for the first time three years back, at the Front Desk while he checked-in. At first glance Radhika was awe-struck by Jestin;  6’2, debonair, a man with blue eyes, looking dapper in a slim-fit Italian cut-suit. As he greeted Radhika, and asked her for the keys to his suite, a story had begun to brew. But there was something about Jestin that looked familiar. She could not put a finger on it. As soon as she handed over the key, Jestin came a little closer to her and said “Thank you very much. You are a very pretty lady.” Radhika blushed, managing a feeble “Thank You.”

By his next visit, Radhika researched Jestin as part of her responsibility. She would notice sexily dressed women coming to pick Jestin for his evening parties, whenever he was here. While she never discussed him along with the other staff of the hotel, in her mind, she had formed an image of Jestin as that of a ladies man.

Radhika was a 30 year old Mumbai girl, brought up in Bandra. Blessed with beauty, over the years, lots of people had tried to cajole her to enter beauty contests but she was clear with what she wanted to do. After her graduation, she went on to do her Hotel Management course from Switzerland. Upon completing her course, Radhika landed a job at SpringCity - the kind of job opportunity she was looking for. Over the years, her dedication, great customer service and charming personality had earned her the responsibility of Manager of the hotel.

While in Switzerland, Radhika met Steven, a student from an exchange programme, for the first time in the college library a week upon his arrival. They both wanted the same book and co-incidentally asked the librarian about the book at the same time. Both looked at each other and smiled. Steven then introduced himself as some instant sparks begun to fly. Radhika took the responsibility of showing Steven around – the Alps, Interlaken, Jungfra. After their fifth meeting, Steven invited Radhika to one of the college parties which he had organized. Radhika went, dressed in a short-red dress with a plunging neckline, which accentuated her assets nicely. Lot of guys vied for her attention but she was smitten by Steven as much as he was and both of them did not leave each other through the party.

After a couple of Grey Goose shots, they decided to hit the dance floor, and they danced through the night. After the party, Steven took Radhika to the university lawn and under the stars, they kissed each other. Radhika did not know whether it was the vodka or Steven, but she just could not control herself and she gave in. When did passion turn into possession and instantly into obsession, she did not know. The dew on the grass blades merged with the sweat on their bodies and the grass below them got completely crushed with the throbbing, the pushing and the biting that took place between the two. Radhika knew that this is a kind of love-making that one can experience only once in a life time. Steven and Radhika became a couple for the next two weeks that Steven was there. On the day he was leaving, Steven promised Radhika to call from New York, but he never did.

“Can you please send the manager to my room?” Jestin hollered in the phone to the front-desk.

Radhika was immediately called for and apprised of the situation. Jestin’s suite had a different wine bottle than what he drank regularly and this had upset him. So Radhika had to go placate the situation. She entered Jestin’s room along with a bottle of his favourite wine   and a personalized apology card. Jestin’s anger vanished as soon as he saw Radhika but pretended to be really cross and said “I am a regular guest for years now and the hotel does not even remember my most basic requirement?” “I apologize on behalf of Hotel SpringCity for the inconvenience that you have gone through Mr. Langford. This mistake has happened due to a new intern. Let me offer you this apology card and also your bottle of wine as compliments from the hotel and an assurance that you will not get a chance to complain again.”

Jestin showed that he has cooled down and said “That’s ok..Radhika right? I guess I over-reacted for such a small thing when I know that you guys have taken great care of me always.  It’s just that today has been a bad day. We missed out on two deals and I had put my heart and soul for the last few months in preparing it and so I was disappointed. Anyways, would you like to join me for a glass of wine? I could do with some company today.” Radhika was taken aback by this offer but she kept a calm face and said “Thank you Mr. Langford for the offer, but I am on duty and so I cannot drink with a guest.” “That is my bad luck then. Maybe some other time? Hey, how about on a day when you are off-duty? We can catch up for dinner outside SpringCity. What do you say?” asked Jestin. Radhika turned red on hearing this as no other guest had ever asked her out before this. She said “I am sorry Mr. Langford, but that won’t be possible. Now I would like to take your leave.” With this, Radhika left his room quickly on the 37th floor, and her mind just kept saying “Ladies man.”

Two days later, Jestin met Radhika in the elevator and he candidly asked “Is not going out for dinner with guests a policy of the hotel or yours?” Radhika was a bit stumped by this straight-forwardness and replied “Well, Mr. Langford, I am uncomfortable going out with someone who is a guest in our hotel.” “Let me tell you, I do that all the time with my clients and I don’t feel awkward about it because after business hours it’s not about protocol with clients anymore. I am leaving tomorrow. It would be great if I can meet you at the Thai Pavilion tonight by 9. I hope that is fine with you?” “After a minute of silence, Radhika finally said “OK, lets meet at 9”.

Throughout the day, Radhika was cursing herself to have agreed for dinner. Thoughts kept clogging her mind with questions like “Why did you say a yes knowing that he is a guest and also knowing  the kind of person he is?” Thrice in the day, she thought of calling him and telling him that the dinner was off but she thought that would be rude and could not muster the courage to do that.

At 7.30 pm, Radhika ended her day and headed home. She kept thinking what would she wear, how should she come across to him, he should not get any wrong message. After 15 minutes of going through her wardrobe, she finally said to herself “What the heck. He will be gone in a day. I might as well dress myself and enjoy my dinner.” She took out a lovely black strapless dress and her mother’s vintage pearls. She tied her black high heels, and suddenly felt like a diva. She reached the Thai Pavilion at 9.15 and Jestin was there waiting for her, dressed in a monogrammed black blazer, looking absolutely irresistible. He came to her and said “So you sizzle not only in a Sari, but everything you wear. Thank you very much for coming.” Radhika managed a slight smile and said “Thank you Mr. Langford.” He turned around and said “Please don’t make me feel like a 75 year old man out for dinner with a young girl. Call me Jestin.”

Jestin had booked one of the best tables at the restaurant overlooking the beautiful Arabian sea. He pulled her chair and allowed her to sit before sitting himself. “What would you like to drink?” He asked. “A glass of Sauvignon Blanc please”. “That’s a good choice Radhika.” They sat there for three hours telling one another their stories, their dreams and aspirations. To an outsider they would have seemed to be old friends reuniting after decades.

Finally, she said “I need to go now. It’s getting late” and he gallantly offered to drop her home. He made her slid into his black BMW, which he always used whenever he was in India. Just a little before reaching her place, he stopped the car, looked at her and said “I must tell you that I have never seen anyone more beautiful than you in my life.” Being slightly tipsy, Radhika managed to say “You must be saying this to every woman you go out with. I have noticed different women coming to pick you at the hotel. You are a ladies man.” “Well, I appreciate that you have noticed me going out, but let me tell you that all these women are clients thinking that going out with me will help them in their business. There is nothing else beyond that.” Having said that, he leaned in closer and kissed her lightly on her lips. “I fell for you the day I saw you Radhika, but I just did not know whether it would be appropriate to ask you out. I thought yesterday’s wine incident is a good opportunity to call the manager as I knew that would you.” He smiled, leaned in and kissed her again and this time she reciprocated with a longing kiss and blurted out ‘So both of us need to thank that intern for goofing-up” as they continued kissing. 

Suddenly, Jestin’s mobile rang and the name that flashed on screen said – Steven Langford- Brother.



Sunday, May 13, 2012

#4linepoetry - Themes: Week 3

Theme: Perseverance
He had climbed half the peak when he felt like quitting,
But then he remembered this as what he dreamt of always - sleeping, standing or sitting.
Perseverance took the better of him and he went ahead to climb the peak,
Today, he feels proud that he did not let that moment make him feel weak.

Theme: Blues
Monday morning blues, everything seems like a pain.
What further pisses off is the traffic jam caused by a bit of rain.
Come closer to Friday and you start counting hours,
You start making plans for the evening to hit a few bars. 

Theme: Lights
Every year, It brought with it a glimmer of hope,
And help Raju when he thought, he would slide down the depression slope.
Looking at all the lights around him on Diwali made Raju jump in glee,
Begging on the streets of Delhi made him feel bonded and he wanted to run free. 

Theme: Grace
They kept waiting for ten years,
Every passing year was just adding to their fears.
Finally a miracle happened and brought them lot of joy,
By God’s grace, they became parents to twins – a girl and a boy. 

Theme: Colours
A shade of grey is how he defined his character,
According to him, playing such roles was a true mark of an actor.
It is amazing how colours can define who and how you are,
People advise that if he is a shade of white then be close to him and if he is a black character then just go far. 

Theme: Vision
The goals seem virtually impossible at the start,
Converting it to something achievable takes gumption and heart.
A visionary brings such a belief amongst all,
And then everyone gets ready to face the pessimists like a wall. 

Theme: Small Joys
A toffee, a balloon, a game of ludo with my grandfather. These used to be some of the small joys.
Today, happiness is what I search for even after buying the most expensive toys.
As a kid, I always wanted to grow up soon.
Today I would love to go back to those times and enjoy a cartoon. 

Theme: Salsa 
He was mesmerized when he saw her burn the dance floor,
He thought he would never get tired and would always want to see more.
Salsa was her soul, her second skin. It was her life,
She never imagined that he will force her to stop dancing after she became his wife. 

Theme: Woods 
Sitting by the bonfire, singing countryside songs.
Bonding and camaraderie on the rise with everyone dancing along.
All of them will remember this night as the best of their times,
Let me now end this poem as all of this rhymes. 

Theme: Fear 
Today, darkness sends a chill down the little girl’s spine, 
Because two years back her father left her. Once, she used to tell people “He is only mine”. 
Loneliness brings with it an unexplained fear, 
The only comforting factor for her is when her mother’s lap is near. 

Theme: Party 
Music was blaring, the party was at a full blast,
Everybody was dancing to the beats, sometime slow and sometimes fast.
This style of partying was the first of its kind,
Where the iPods were plugged to their ears and people were grooving to the grind.



Saturday, May 12, 2012

#55wordstory - Themes: Week 5

Theme: Taste
It seemed like a case of murder for robbery, but the autopsy report revealed poison in his blood. The police found no evidence of poison in the house. They didn't check the wall plaster that was coming off. His brother knew he loved the taste of chalk from childhood and hadn't given up as yet. 


Theme: Words
He got into a relationship early in life. It was game of scrabble which led to the initial sparks. What followed was knowing each other more. Love blossomed further while graduating in English Literature. Its been years and they're still going strong. As a writer, today, words are his addiction and his companion for life. 


Theme: Alcohol
Being a car race driver was a thrill and a passion for him. Every win was celebrated with a success party with a glass in hand throughout the evening. Soon addiction took over and now every loss also follows a similar pattern. Only difference is that the word 'success' is missing and he parties alone. 


Theme: Seduction
Ice cubes: Check
Strawberries: Check
Honey: Check
Chocolate sauce: Check
Ragini was pleased with her shopping list. Rajan looked at it and smiled. "I am impressed sweetheart and am looking forward to a night of passion and seduction".
"Oh Shut Up Rajan. This is for the birthday party of our four year old." Rajan sighed. 


Theme: Fight
8.01 am. The fast local to Churchgate was packed. A push here and a shove there was leading to arguments and fights. This was the kind of opportunity Suleman looked for. Picking pockets in such a scenario was pretty easy. He did not know that CCTVs had been installed last night on the Western Line. 


Theme: Possession
While playing, Jhanvi hurt herself. Her mother took her tears in her hand and said "These are pearls. Don't waste them."
Few days later at the mall, Jhanvi innocently went to her mother and told her "Mom. If Papa is not buying you that pearl necklace, please use my pearls that are in your possession." 


Theme: Irony
Growing up in a middle class family with limited means had made Michal stingy. This nature of his caused a lot of stress in his marriage to a girl who liked to live the good life. Michal has changed now and he indulges and pampers himself often. Ironically, this change happened after May left him. 


Theme: Taste
It seemed like a case of murder for robbery, but the autopsy report revealed poison in his blood. The police found no evidence of poison in the house. They didn't check the wall plaster that was coming off. His brother knew he loved the taste of chalk from childhood and hadn't given up as yet. 


Theme: Games
It was raining heavily and Sonu was getting bored. His father made a paper boat in front of Sonu and put it in the puddle. Sonu saw this as an exciting game. When it rained next, Sonu made many boats while his father was asleep. He thought the money in his father's wallet was paper.


Theme: Name
He was being felicitated for his phenomenal work in cancer research and he dedicated his prize to his mother who had succumbed to the dreadful disease ten years back. But even after such success, filling a form that asked for a father’s name made him cringe. Living the life of a bastard was a curse. 


Theme: Bollywood
"Were you a barber in your past life?" asked the brawny actor.
"What? No! I mean how do I know? Why do you ask?" said the famous action hero.
"Because you love using the scissors a lot on the editing table!" said the brawny actor and walked off.
The action hero was stumped and speechless. 


Theme: Distance
Adnan proudly posted his half-marathon pictures on Facebook, and there were 55 comments. Adnan running a distance of 21 km was unexpected. People asked him when his philosophy - ‘Live to Eat’ had changed and how had he managed the weight loss. The word Liposuction was not mentioned even once by him in any comment.






Sunday, April 8, 2012

#55wordstory - Themes: Week 4

Theme: Obsession
Fifteen years had passed since they met last. They were inseparable in college. Binge drinking on graduation night followed by the bike ride home turned fatal. Rajeev lost his vision and his love. Today, he knew she was sitting next to him in the flight. He knew that smell. She always wore Calvin Klein Obsession.

Theme: Suitcase
He saw his parents slog for 25 years and letting go off all their joys to pick up a rat-hole in the suburbs of the city that was bursting at the seams. He knew his path since then. When asked, ‘What do you do?’, ‘I'm a vagabond’. ‘Where do you stay?’. 'Always in a suitcase'.

Theme: Wish
The phone beeped once again. Nirvaan rushed towards it. 'Hey dude! Happy Birthday. Have a blast. Cheers!'. Another birthday wish but not the one he was waiting for. Just one message from Ria is all he wished for. When together, they had dreamt and wished for many things. Divorce was surely not one of that.

Theme: Leather
Simran's promotion party at her penthouse was at its peak. Kamini dropped her glass of red wine on the plush white leather sofa at Simran's house. She didn't know that Simran loved animals and never bought real leather. Simran didn't know that Kamini did this because she was the other contender for the same role.

Theme: Mad
At the age of ten, it was evident that she possessed talent that even the 16 year old did not have. After few concerts, she knew this was her calling. Her first album itself was a platinum. She gave the nickname herself when she told her first interviewer "Don't call me Madonna. Call me MAD!".

Sunday, April 1, 2012

#55wordstory - Themes: Week 3

Theme: Vintage
It looked like a scene from the 30s’. Amer Fort looked radiant and decked up like a new bride in its bright lights. Sherwanis and Jodhpuris adorned proudly by the erstwhile princes. Tonight was the annual bash after the Polo Cup, where Cadillacs and Buicks gave the Princes a chance to relive the vintage era. 

Theme: Dysfunctional
By the time Jonathan reached fifth grade, he was cracking the mathematics problems of ninth standard. On his 19th birthday, he was felicitated for getting an IIT degree and finishing his doctorate in Applied Physics. He loved his nickname ‘Einstein’. Ironically, people called him Einstein even after he was detected with Alzheimer’s disease at 35

Theme: Chemistry
Rajan was confused. He asked Sanjeev with a puzzled look "Please explain this article. 'Shahid Kapoor and Nargis seen together in Goa! The chemistry between them was evident.' How can that be? When two people come closer, it's the force of attraction, which is physics and not chemistry. Isn't it Dad?" Sanjeev didn't have an answer. 

Theme: Deception
Gareth was a VIP at Casino Royale. Blackjack was his game. It was his seventh visit and he had lost 10 lacs till now. The House loved such clients. If only they knew that he was nicknamed Lucky Seven in the Las Vegas circuit as that's when he would swipe the House clean in one night. 

Theme: Aliens
Krish joined work after a break of ten days. He had taken to seek psychiatric help as he had been dreaming of UFOs since the past few weeks. Today everyone was heading to Blue Frog and asked him to join. Alien Chutney was performing there. He did not want to go anywhere near aliens anymore. 

Theme: Hotel
It was past 2 am and the party ended abruptly. Neighbours had complained and police had landed at the door. People started leaving reluctantly when suddenly the speakers started blaring ‘Hotel California’. Saif wanted to have the last word as this was his success party and Chhote Nawab did it in style before getting arrested. 

Theme: Spices
"Why did you kill him?", asked the lawyer. "Because he loved spices." Everyone in the court room were bewildered to hear this. "What are you saying Ms. Dalal?". She spoke nonchalantly "I caught him in bed with his secretary. When I asked why he did this to me, he replied 'Variety is the spice of life'." 

Theme: Cafes
I finally got the collage ready. Choosing the best ones from the lot was quite easy.
The day I held her hand for the first time, my first appraisal in my career, and my meeting with her parents to ask for her hand. Yes, this was a perfect collage of the memories that I had collected at various cafes.

#4linepoetry - Themes: Week 2

Theme: Faith
Fired from his job, lost his love, met with an accident and yet they told him to keep the faith alive,
He was not surprised with what they said but rather by his own will to survive.
He knew he'd have to start from scratch and it won't be an easy ride,
But then it is only the courageous who overcome all odds and sail the tide.

Theme: Attire
The proof was clearly visible from his attire and his boots,
That this city was clearly not where he had his roots.
Getting used to this lifestyle will be tough,
But then even a diamond is initially pulled out from the rough.

Theme: Painting
The canvas came to life with a stroke of a brush,
What followed next was a lot of patience and very little rush.
The masterpiece made after two years of efforts got its due,
When at the auction the bid was being made by not one or two but quite a few.  

Theme: Rose
Whether its a poetry or a prose,
Everything looks beautiful when the subject is a rose.
No wonder it is the king of flowers,
To see its serene beauty, wait for the showers.

Theme: Courage
Big words have no meaning if you don't walk the talk,
Staying true to your works is never a cake walk.
Grit and determination have to be your friends,
These are qualities which these days are not very popular trends.

Theme: Teenage
Now that I look back, I think teenage was the age to be,
Stress was a word in the dictionary and the mind was completely free.
A bit of tantrum and parents would take care of all you need,
Even though rebellious streak made me not pay any heed.

Theme: College
New found freedom, class bunks and proxy attendance formed a large part of college,
One never realized that in between all of this, you all picked up lot of knowledge.
If given a chance, one would always want to go back to those days,
Where the road was not very clear but yet we were all trying to form our own pathways.

Theme: Time
He tried everything. Locking it, holding it and even grabbing it in his hand,
But every instance, it just flowed out like loose sand.
He forgot that possessing time cannot be achieved by anyone,
Because time and tide wait for none.