Sunday, October 31, 2010

Missed Call - City friction

Story Board - Series 1 Series 2
Series 3
To Anurag's dismay it was Sharmilee.

- “Hi” - Sharmilee stood like a time killer.

- “Hi”, Anurag just didn’t know what to do; he thought of saying ‘Bye’ as the next word. He was running against time. To him, spending even a minute with this lady was like wasting million dollar propositions and finally slogging his growth path.

- “Don’t you ask friends to step in your house? Is this Delhi style?”

After-all in a foreign state it was too difficult for Anurag to absorb any wrong comment about Delhi.
- “Come in.”

In no time Sharmilee stepped in and placed herself on the most comfortable single couch in the room.

- “Hey, why are you standing like a punished student? Close the door and sit.” – She said in one go.
Anurag, thought what is she upto? No courtesy to ask if he is busy... topping it commanding him to close the door. His irritation was reflected as hesitance.

- “Are you afraid? You can keep the door open, I have no issues.Since you are new in the city, just came to check if everything is fine?” - Openness was pouring from her carefree gesture.
Even before the ragging catches him more, Anurag closed the door trying to act smart.

Sharmilee smiled to pat on the courage. Quickly she resumed in a query mode.

- "So lets get introduced."

Though Anurag was least interested to tick this , he had no choice. He comfortably leaned back to the long and broad couch and expected the story to continue on its pace. Getting introduced forcefully and unprepared was something he was not used to.

- "This is my city and you are guest. So you get your turn first." - This was second twist for Anurag in the evening. He thought it would go the other way. Hospitality can be so overloading at times.

- “Well what exactly do you want to know?”

- “Heard you are an engineer and also a MBA?”

- “Any doubt? Do you want to check my certificates?” - The nerves were not behaving synchronously and hence he reacted more that acting.

- “Hey, don’t get me wrong. I just wanted to salute you! Didn’t you ever get bored studying so long?”

- “No” - Anurag spoke in a controlled tone.

- “That’s the reason you still look like a punished student. Your habits are still so fresh."

- “I don’t understand what you want to say?”

- “Nothing big. I felt you are still afraid to speak to a lady in your apartment behind closed door. I thought maybe you are not grown up.”

It was pinching Anurag’s ego. He looked eye to eye with her to pass on the message.
Sharmilee was clever enough to jump to the next context.
- “Relax! You plan to work now?”

Good thought. Anurag didn’t waste the opportunity and boldly said – “Yes, I have some important tasks to be completed.”

- “Don’t you get tired?”

This was a question which Anurag would have loved to say ‘Yes’, but that would mean encouraging this lady to speak more …He said – “Can’t help! That’s how it is.” – Anurag could not frame it any better.

- “Well I don’t have any work tonight. I have two options for you – share some tasks of yours with me or chat with me for a while and your brain would function better. Choice is yours.”

Anurag wondered who on earth had asked for such options. In a second thought he took a chance to throw a complicated case study to challenge the over enthusiastic city beauty.

-“Puff is a new brand of liquor to be launched over a glossy dinner party. The signature item is going to get served to meet the limits of cities corporate appetite to drink. There is a possibility of waste. We are ideating to optimizing it. Now I need to find a careful way to manage. Am working on it.”
Arunag posed that this is the biggest problem on earth and he is the smartest one working.

Sharmilee was mesmerized to hear the narration. Anurag thought he had the dart hit the board to diffuse the exuberance that was overflowing.

- “Hey, do you get my problem?” Anurag asked. She nodded and then reacted.

- “My God! You are so tensed for such a simple problem?”

It was a tough throw for Anurag to balance. She opened up once more –

- “The name Puff is cute. Powder puff is the only one that I know of – soft and colorful. But why did you name hard drink so soft?”

- “Sharmilee, this is not my son, I didn’t name it. I am just supposed to market it.”

- “Be careful while you name your son.”

- “Hey, come back to problem?”

- “You know, just forget that you have a problem. By the by how does your Puff look like?”

Anurag was zapped for a while, but shortly resumed and picked up the laptop and moved towards Sharmilee. Somewhere on the walls his shadow merged on hers. Neither of them noticed.

Look Fwd >> Series 4
Shakers and Movers

He lightly placed the laptop on her lap and kneels down by her to click the video clipping. A strange feeling was engulfing him - to be with a young lady in a semi dark room and sizzling movie ahead.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Missed Call - Delhi Meets Kolkata

Story Board - Series 1
Series 2
A Black Honda City just rolled in from Delhi into Vasundhara Apartment. Tall, mid complexion, athletic structured Anurag Gupta - is the only son of Gupta family. He is an Engineer who also acquired a Management Degree from a coveted B’ School in India. He had already been abroad thrice and currently recruited as marketing expert for a multi national branded Liquor company opening outlets all over India. His stay in Kolkata would be a short one.

His father is an old time friend of Mr. Srivastav. Hence it was a two-way plan from both the families that in Mr.Srivastav’s absence Anurag could stay in his furnished apartment. A week back Mr. Srivastav had called up Kapoor’s to intimate the same.

The very first day Anurag met Madhu, she requested him to have lunch, dinner what ever suits him. Anurag promised to join some other day.

Two days later when Sharmilee was hopping up the stairs after having Fuchkas, from the man on the next lane, they met.

In habitual style she said – “Hi” as an interrupt within her whistling tune.

“Hi”
Sharmilee leaned from the stairs in an arch shape and enquired – “Are you Anurag?”
“Yes” - Anurag replied with unfamiliar looks to this informal introduction.

“Sharmilee here” – saying so, hanging from the staircase, she stretched her right arm. Anurag turned back – they shook their hands.

He rolled his car out of Vasundhara apartment, heading for Tolly Club – south direction. Unknown city, unknown faces, unknown culture and unknown spirit. All he knows about this city is “this is the most happening city in the country”. He is on a big mission. This liquor promotion event meant a lot to his career ahead.

Bumping across pothole roads finally Anurag was pleased to see the lush green lawn. This was a site visit. The launch of the new Liquor brand - “Puff” was to attract hard liquor lovers from corporate world. Anurag screened his promotional road shows several times to his upper management. Apart from unmanaged liquor, last promo event at Mumbai was a great success. Anurag is preemptive to take some measures this time.
The week went hectic. Lot of information, suggestions ...it was time to infer.In natural course sun has set for the day and Anurag headed for Gariahat. The people on the road had helped him to retrace his path back home when he hit a road block by some local residents rallying for a neighbourhood agenda. The lane that he opted was unbelieveably thin. He was very carefull steering the Honda. His introduction to city's passion to revolt and hospitality for ignorat new were both astonishing.

It was the first Friday evening in Kolkata. Anurag had a lot of pending work. He had to make his thoughts run tonight. He refreshed with a bath, put on a light T-shirt and a cotton trouser. The room had the standing lamp shade by the long study table, switched on. The rest room was in dark and shadow. He uncapped a Kingfisher bottle and switched on his laptop...

Ding Dong …..

Look Fwd >> Series 3

City friction

To Anurag's dismay it was Sharmilee.
- “Hi” - Sharmilee stood like a time killer.
- “Hi”, Anurag just didn’t know what to do; may be he thought of saying ‘Bye’ as the next word. He was running against time. To him, spending even a minute with this lady was like wasting million dollar propositions and finally slogging his growth path.
- “Don’t you ask friends to step in your house? Is this Delhi style?”

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Missed Call - Carefree Kolkata

Why do you love a city ? Infrastructure, amenities of your choice, good job offering, easy life style ... many be many more reasons ...Still when you leave a city, actually then you know why you loved that city. Most cases I feel each one us fall in love with a city not because of the city but because of what happen around you in that city, good experiences , events close to heart ..As life progresses one realizes how this city-love metamorphosis happens.. A Theme-Break in Gyan Series. Enjoy a fiction series with this theme.
Series 1
Carefree Kolkata
On the heart of the city near Gariahat four crossing – “Vasundhara Apartment” stands high to make its presence felt. Altogether there are twelve families. One among them is Kapoor’s, on the second floor. Mr.Paramjeet Kapoor - is an auditor by profession. Perfection is his key word.Mrs.Madhu Kapoor is a perfect Indian wife.

Their elder daughter Priya Kapoor is tall, fair and beautiful in her early twenties – all these are mentioned on three popular matrimony websites. Born on India’s Independence Day, Sharmilee Kapoor is their younger daughter. She is also tall but not as fair as her sibling. Something special in her eyes made her look very unique. Her hobby is whistling. She is nineteen.

The apartment just above theirs is of Mr. Srivastav’s. Two months ago Mrs. Srivastav passed away. The day before Mr. Srivastav left for a long tour at Haridwar he met the Kapoor family.

“Hope your health is well”, Madhu had asked him over a cup of steaming tea.
“Madhu, the last month was better with too many people around me, once the rituals got over and I was left alone to deal this all by myself.

“How long are you going to stay in Haridwar?” man of facts Mr. Kapoor asked to change the mood.

“God’s wish Paramjeet, not sure” – this was not a satisfactory answer to be satisfied with. Yet there was no option.

Priya was feeling very emotional with the imparting departure of an uncle so close for an indefinite span. She didn’t have words to speak.

“Srivastav uncle, tell me your mobile no, Quick Quick.” – Sharmilee pounced in.

Without any scope to think Srivastav said “983……”

Rrinnggg…rrrinng…..

“Don’t pick up – that is a missed call. Save my number. Call me when ever you want... All hot news from the City Of Joy…Bandh to rally… Highway to new Mall…anything...”

Every body had a smile on their face for a change…

“Happyyyyy …...” - Sharmilee asked in rhythmic tone.

Srivastav hugged the brilliant looking lady and didn’t know how to reciprocate back, other than tears in his eyes. Such pride moments Paramjeet always felt that Sharmilee was a great gift. He is fine without a son in the family.

Look Fwd >> Series 2

Delhi Meets Kolkata

A Black Honda City just rolled in from Delhi into Vasundhara Apartment. Tall, mid complexion, athletic structured Anurag Gupta - is the only son of Gupta family. He is an Engineer who also acquired a Management Degree from a coveted B’ School in India.

Saturday, October 2, 2010

Learning the other Way

Remember "Amar Akbar Anthony" the blockbuster of late 70s. This movie was my first hand knowledge base of what Hindu, Muslim and Christian means.

I went to catholic school and had seen Church in my school premises. Occasional free period, had rushed to the church room with my best friend. The serenity of the room with light weight net curtains that hanged from the long length windows attracted me more than anything. It taught me patience. I used to enact the God-Cross the way Amitabh Bachchan did as Anthony - the little that I could do like him. Jesus and Mother Mary used to stare the same way till I last meet them on our school leaving celebration day.

In parallel on a few weekends and on special days went to temple with parents. Ma had so many accessories which invariably spilled to my hands. The preferred one was the palm basket which had seasonal flowers of all size, shape and form. All these temples never had one God – it had one super deity and many surrounding it. We moved in circles to offer flowers to all of them, at times wondering if they would give me more. They taught me coexistence.

In school days wherever I stood I just had one prayer to any of these Gods – “This time didn’t study well, but plzzz help me ... Next time surely would study hard.”

God does listen. From downtown I came to a mega city to be a graduate. Churches became history for me, but got introduced to a few friends from Bangladesh who carried back from vacation ethnic Jamdani sarees on request. But for relation to grow one needs a common base. That never clicked then.

Well, 1992 December was a month of my life. I saw curfew for the first time in my ‘City Of Joy’. A plate of scrambled egg ( Anda Bhujia) in shanties by my Campus charged us Rs150. I had to trade-off calling my mother over a STD, as I was hungry. Dismissing one ‘call’ saved considerable those days.

This became a very debatable space ever since my closing days of college, with a spur over a national issue when I got introduced to how the world of Akbar looks from the eye of an Amar who knows Anthony. Well I was listening to all around, eyes saw what press posted, but my sixth sense said it is different.

Life continued till someday I became a module leader in a software company. We were embarking on a project that management painted as simple, so did customers understood but we knew what a ground zero looks like. I was supposed to lead a team of one. He had been on the ground before me but I was a step above by role. He knew more of the pain and together we had to solve.

It was freezing cold night of Europe. We had a major migration on way. He was supposed to match every Euro that was moved from one storage to the other. I was expecting him in the office, as we had a long night ahead to fix Euro issues for one lakh customers from France, Belgium and Germany. He was missing. Clueless I walked down the road to his apartment (it was more of a guest house). I was infuriated to see him decorating his room with some fancy ribbons.

Even before I could spat some venom on him he said – “Didi, you missed Diwali at home, so did I miss Eid today. Made some ‘Alu Tikkia’ – as that’s all I can prepare. Have some, I would feel at home.”

I freezed more in emotion rather than the falling Fahrenheit! It taught me passion.

Gyan#25 - Joy of respect to other religions is more than just following one religion