Oh hell…I am really busy in office working on unreasonable deadline…( deadlines are always unreasonable.. That’s why they are DEADLINES )….20 files are open on my desktop…. 3 ref. books are staring me since few hours….my eyes and hands are working in perfect co-ordination….mouse is tired of getting clicked….lines on the screen are confused as they donno what they mean….rendering image is searching for it's better half as Max is 'Not Responding'….spreadsheets are hopelessly empty looking like a poor deprived kid is Somalia or somewhere….only things running as fast as Me is the printer and plotter…..they are vomiting ink on paper as if a teenager is puking after endless cocktails…..support team is preparing boards….office secretary is 'just' informing me that the client will be here in probably an hr…. The consultant panel is waiting in the meeting room... completely clueless.. As they are always..( that's their job I guess)… my project pitch is still waiting eagerly for receiving few 'good points' (intelligent people call it USPs) about the project…from no where fire alarm shouts like mad only to scare my guts out.. with its 'Routine' test…click….drag… click .. Drag… drag.. Drag… drag.. Click….drag.. Click.. Click.. Click…yes.. Bind it… no.. That is on glossy paper…. … serve tea to consultants…don't get me any phone now….this .that… that..this….
-< When the bhaiyya will dip that potato bhaji in besan mix… and put it in boiling oil…it will make a nice cherrrrr sound.. And I will get that spicy smell….slowly slowly it will turn brown … dark brown….. Bhaiyya will the put some green chillies in the oil… and fry them as well….then he will take both the things out… put salt on deep fried grren chillies…. will get a soft slice of pao.. Partly cut it… then first he will put the sweet and sour imli chutnety on it… then he will apply red garlic chutney….then he will put that warm and nice brown tasty wada in in-between the pao that he just prepared.. Will give it a soft press…just to take the hot vapour out of the wada…. put it in the saucer… put salty fried green chillly nest to it and pour some green liquid hot and sweet chutney on it…and will serve it as 'The Wadapao'….. I will take the first bite…and I will be in heaven….he will hand me in a glass of masala cutting with a strong smell of ginger and a sip will me export to heaven stage 2….i will be standing at the edge of tapri and suddenly the sky will get cloudy and it will starting pouring like mad…. Caught for a shock.. I will get little wet and soon settle myself on the timber bench (fally) just a foot inside the roadside tapri….and with the rains, the mysterious fragrance of soil will do the rest to take us to Heaven stage 3…..and there we will talk about how 'form'al zaha is getting and mundane 'function'al aspects of Indian Jon Jerde..Hafeez…and dreamy theories of Cook and 'limited'ness of correa…and How we are far better than everybody else…and how we will change the world to make it better place…( seriously..i am not joking.. we actually believe that we can shape the 'Better'world) >-
The meeting has started…glossy images have done their work well..and spreadsheets are fighting hard to survive…I am talking completely meaningless things and consultants are looking at me with little more respect…..i am convincing the client to make a building that will put my company on global map again and which MIGHT help him to make some money for himself out of the project….But all I am speaking is...This project is the best business proposal (adding a word 'premium' after every three words) and how it will make him immortal….and how he should be proud of this building….and how he is also getting a attractive (!) building with higher degree (not completely*) of functionality…. And how this (huge) extra cost is completely justified (its not.. if u ask me ) for the masterpiece he is getting…he seems convinced…
-< I will talk to my boss to consider the pay raise…and he will promise me that he will consider (he will definitely consider.. Not that he will actually do it) I have been working like donkey ( sorry donkeys )…missing parties…hanging out with friends…having serious fights with wifey for having extra marital affairs in office-with my office desktop and mobile phone…I designed few funny looking buildings which my clients are proud of….I will have to look for funnier shapes in a next yr…or may be I will have to mix the shapes I have, to come up with tasty design bhel….wow…bhel...bhaiyya will put kurmure,farsaan,shev,finely chopped onion,green chilli,chat masala,boiled potato,peanuts,green mango (kairi),crushed puries, coriander, all possible chutneys and special spicy watermix, mix properly in him container….just perfect to taste…and serve a saucerfull of bhel….only to be asked by us to make it little hot for some and wet for some and sweet for some…may be he will add more nuts for one and give someone more shev as she asked…. he will just do that without an ego…and most importantly he will give all of us free… mind u .. Free... masala puri …customised as we want…he will be more than happy to see the satisfaction on our face... and won't mind if we pay now or a day later...with a smile on his grateful face as if we have obligued him by eating at his stall... We will be tastefully elevated to heaven…as we got things that we wanted..the way we wanted…with free gifts of masala puri and in a very affordable price….We love and we will continue to love the bhelwalla bhaiyya and will always go to him… he's just good…..>-
My presentation is done… I have somehow managed to convinced the client.. He does not look very happy about his decision but he has no choice now as he has signed the contract and time is running out for him…. I am successful in selling a good (?) building which my office is proud to put it in it's portfolio…..consultants are happy as they have something to do now and something to fight amount themselves….My boss has couple of more cheques to cash…..My support staff will have a nice weekend at home (not office)… and Me...
I am looking forward to little pay raise…In my last appraisal I was advised to learn multitasking… when I asked,like an idiot, what does that mean.. Then boss said… it means letting your body and mind work separately…it means thinking something and doing something else.. It means being at multiple places at same time…and belonging nowhere specific...
I think I have taken my appraisal pretty seriously… what do you think boss ?
Friday, June 13, 2008
dreams....
सपने सच क्यो होते है ?… one of the most interesting dialouge I have heard in Hindi Films…it does sound weird initially but ppl.. Give it a deeper thought…what if all our dreams start coming true….I wud have been a taxi driver today…singing meter 'meter down…down down dn down…' on the busy streets of Mumbai..
As a kid, I had tremendous attraction for taxis..Never got to sit in one when I really wanted too….I was so jelous of the taxi driver who can sit in taxi all the time…I almost decided that time….I want to be a taxi driver when I grow up….what if my that dream wud have realised….?
I remember..at some point of time ..I wanted to become a principal of my school… I was so tortured by my all teachers….punished me so many times….made me stand outside principal's room with my face against wall…#### (I kind of developed a emotional bond with that part of wall…and she knew all the evil things I wanted to do with my teachers ).. And the fact that all teachers were sort of scared of the principal…so I had an strong aspiration to step in my principals shoes….nevertheless…after my ssc exams and to my teachers complete shock, my very good grades…that dream kind of dissolved…
I know many people who dream of being everything from bus conductor to doctor to IAS…and god know what all……and appearantly they turn out to be very different people and they are very happy… the question is 'wud they have been equally happy in their dream job ? '….
Then their another category of dreams…. People who are looking for their 'dream girl' or 'sapno ka rajjja'…most of comtemporary rajesh khanna's get older singing on tunes of ' mere sapnoki rani kab aayegi tu '… the rani never comes and rajesh khannas become 'kakas' and then in panic,they start singing ' koi tuzse acchi milegi nahi…koi tuzse kam bhi chalegi nahi'….and compramise their Aishwaryas to Katrinas….and put a smile on their face .. Tere naam…!
Even modern day kajols dance in the rain on ' mere khwabomein joh aaye'…. That 'khwabo ka rajkumar ' never comes out of dreams and then stage stage is loud and clear..'piya tu ABTO aaja…..(next lines are also meaningful but controvertial so avoiding it..) '….and stage 3 is 'kyaa karu raam muze…budhha mil gaya'……
but not to miss…. In this process there are some 'kora kagaj's who remain 'Kora'…(I believe they are much happier lot then others)..
Now Imagine… if peoples dreams come true….Shahrukh/John/Tom Cruise/Brad Pitt etc etc wud land up with ……………. And probably worst will be the case of Madhuri/Aishwarya/Ayesha Takias/Bipasha/Julia Roberts/Cat ZetaJones etc etc… and who knows who wud be happy ? Do we really want all our dreams coming true.. Think realistic ppl…
Then we dream of being to various places…. We dream of having beautiful houses… we dreams of speedmachines…. We dream of all our dreams coming true…A dreams of doing better ahn B and B dreams dreams of doing better than A… what happens…
what might happen if the evildreams come true ?
What if parthiv patel leads indian cricket team someday ?
What is fardeen khan gives 5 hits in a row..?
What if mallika sherawat can actually act ?
What if M night shyamalam actually makes a comic movie ( actually he does .. Isn't it ?)…
what if amarsingh actually gets active in politics ?
What if laloo becomes primeminister ?
What if reliance is the only company that supplies everything ?
What if indian police are paid high salaries ?
What if Raj Thakre becomes cm of maharashtra ?
What if Mac actually starts selling healthy food ?
What if Indian hockey team player gets equally valued at least as Parthiv Patel ?
What if we have actual playground (accessible to all) in Mumbai ?
What if Microsoft comes out a better machine and OS than Mac ?
What if US rules whole middle east ?
What if we actually colonise moon ?
What mass clonning is allowed and we have 100s of George Bushes and Osamas and Britney Spears and Ekta Kapoors?
What if we build cities on water? ( not that we have not started… Dubai…!!!)….
What if mother earth gets fed up with everything and screws all of us ?
What if Martians( if they exist) attack us and make us their slaves ? ( I don’t think our life will change much from now though)….
What if our A.I. creatures that we are creating now someday actually DREAM of getting rid of us…. ?
It's interesting….I think some one has thought of this before and written very very interesting lines in Marathi...
स्वप्नातल्या कळ्यांनो उमलू नकाच केव्हा..गोडी अपूर्णतेची लावील वेड जीवा.......
As a kid, I had tremendous attraction for taxis..Never got to sit in one when I really wanted too….I was so jelous of the taxi driver who can sit in taxi all the time…I almost decided that time….I want to be a taxi driver when I grow up….what if my that dream wud have realised….?
I remember..at some point of time ..I wanted to become a principal of my school… I was so tortured by my all teachers….punished me so many times….made me stand outside principal's room with my face against wall…#### (I kind of developed a emotional bond with that part of wall…and she knew all the evil things I wanted to do with my teachers ).. And the fact that all teachers were sort of scared of the principal…so I had an strong aspiration to step in my principals shoes….nevertheless…after my ssc exams and to my teachers complete shock, my very good grades…that dream kind of dissolved…
I know many people who dream of being everything from bus conductor to doctor to IAS…and god know what all……and appearantly they turn out to be very different people and they are very happy… the question is 'wud they have been equally happy in their dream job ? '….
Then their another category of dreams…. People who are looking for their 'dream girl' or 'sapno ka rajjja'…most of comtemporary rajesh khanna's get older singing on tunes of ' mere sapnoki rani kab aayegi tu '… the rani never comes and rajesh khannas become 'kakas' and then in panic,they start singing ' koi tuzse acchi milegi nahi…koi tuzse kam bhi chalegi nahi'….and compramise their Aishwaryas to Katrinas….and put a smile on their face .. Tere naam…!
Even modern day kajols dance in the rain on ' mere khwabomein joh aaye'…. That 'khwabo ka rajkumar ' never comes out of dreams and then stage stage is loud and clear..'piya tu ABTO aaja…..(next lines are also meaningful but controvertial so avoiding it..) '….and stage 3 is 'kyaa karu raam muze…budhha mil gaya'……
but not to miss…. In this process there are some 'kora kagaj's who remain 'Kora'…(I believe they are much happier lot then others)..
Now Imagine… if peoples dreams come true….Shahrukh/John/Tom Cruise/Brad Pitt etc etc wud land up with ……………. And probably worst will be the case of Madhuri/Aishwarya/Ayesha Takias/Bipasha/Julia Roberts/Cat ZetaJones etc etc… and who knows who wud be happy ? Do we really want all our dreams coming true.. Think realistic ppl…
Then we dream of being to various places…. We dream of having beautiful houses… we dreams of speedmachines…. We dream of all our dreams coming true…A dreams of doing better ahn B and B dreams dreams of doing better than A… what happens…
what might happen if the evildreams come true ?
What if parthiv patel leads indian cricket team someday ?
What is fardeen khan gives 5 hits in a row..?
What if mallika sherawat can actually act ?
What if M night shyamalam actually makes a comic movie ( actually he does .. Isn't it ?)…
what if amarsingh actually gets active in politics ?
What if laloo becomes primeminister ?
What if reliance is the only company that supplies everything ?
What if indian police are paid high salaries ?
What if Raj Thakre becomes cm of maharashtra ?
What if Mac actually starts selling healthy food ?
What if Indian hockey team player gets equally valued at least as Parthiv Patel ?
What if we have actual playground (accessible to all) in Mumbai ?
What if Microsoft comes out a better machine and OS than Mac ?
What if US rules whole middle east ?
What if we actually colonise moon ?
What mass clonning is allowed and we have 100s of George Bushes and Osamas and Britney Spears and Ekta Kapoors?
What if we build cities on water? ( not that we have not started… Dubai…!!!)….
What if mother earth gets fed up with everything and screws all of us ?
What if Martians( if they exist) attack us and make us their slaves ? ( I don’t think our life will change much from now though)….
What if our A.I. creatures that we are creating now someday actually DREAM of getting rid of us…. ?
It's interesting….I think some one has thought of this before and written very very interesting lines in Marathi...
स्वप्नातल्या कळ्यांनो उमलू नकाच केव्हा..गोडी अपूर्णतेची लावील वेड जीवा.......
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
It's late !
I got up shouting.. It's late... it's late….as usual…rushing myself into washing machine..coming out neat and clean…Only to discover the iron board waiting for me…. The fact the he misses me much and expects a daily visit…I actually like it….so I gave him a real quick pat…It's late It's late.. My alarm clock was shouting madly…seems being trained maternal community for several years..they do their job extra efficiently. …But somehow I have also developed immunity to alarm clocks over the years.. It takes real practice and determination to imbibe the habit/skill of ignoring someone so annoying…. Most of you will agree with me… I am sure people with alarm clock phobia, accountable to second, will not waste (?) their time reading someone's blog…so you are all MY people… '' In unity we believe and together we prevail!!! ''
so I rammed my alarm clock on duet (!) and peeped inside kitchen….wowow….there was an entire croissant ready chatting with a nice cup of tea…I was overwhelmed. It’s not that I get to see this very often…Unfortunately I did not have time to admire this rare sight…soon they united within me..happily..!
But …I was in complete panic… I thought I missed the bus…Now I have to take a long walk to train station….and I am going to be Late.. It's late…I slammed the door as I rushed looking like a good professional gentleman….ready to climb the ladder…as fast as I can….the only thing I was thinking is how do I reach office in time… I missed my Bus…Its late... I am taking a long walk..its late... I am going to be all tired and sweaty by the time I reach office… its really late …
I was as focused as I should have been….only the fact was I got up little late….never mind.. I would walk faster, I said …I just heard Jane 's 'Gummorning'.. This neighbour of mine,ever since she had the cute kiddo,she talks to everyone like she is talking to her blue eyed angel…I wanted to wish her too.. But I was late…. And I was focused on reaching the office in time…I forgot to put the bin outside.. I forgot to stack up letters; It was my turn today..All I was concerned was I am late….
As I was running and running….to my bad luck… it started raining… I thought.. All the bad things are happening to me… why me ? I had to stop…next a tree… yes.. I did forget my Umbrella….ohh hell…that bas***d drove his car and the muddy water in the puddle was all over me…And now I was not only late but was in complete fix….I was all messy… disturbed….frustrated…angry…I had to go back home….
So I did. …completely drenched in water….I donno why .. But I felt little better to be back home…It was little cold and I was bit shivering…what would be better….explored my kitchen a bit… discovered there is still some tea in the kettle…May be a warm sip will make me feel better…and few minutes later I was all cuddled up in my huge flowing windowpane with a nice cup of tea….suddenly Rashid Khan invited me .... I turned the player on….and soon I was in different world…the mushy grey sky and the wet breeze brushing against the colourfully blossomed spring … sweet little birdies cushioned in tiny birdhouses…the deeper gazal lyrics and Rashid's voice…a hide and seek of rainbow along the farthest line of vision….to add 'grace' to it Mitwa waved at me from the bookshelf….. Couple of pages ….and u r not the same person… I was not….the lyrical spine of the metaphorical moments engulfed my internal sunshine only to elevate me to eclectic euphemism … hahah this is exact what you feel… can not catch it in words….But I enjoy that…those missing moments where I don't exist…. I see myself from 'space'… its funny.. but interesting…..! Grace is great…. Then I open the windows…..pouring raindrops transformed themselves into dreamy drizzle…. I step outside…get rid of my umbrella…..and experience the natural shower…I live every moment thousand times…. Every breath is blessed with loads of freshness ...I am wearing the greenery all over my silhouette…I am seamlessly submerged in nature… I am with me… I am with myself….I am at peace…..slowly I surrender to bright shining sun…unfold the cosiness of the couch to myself …Rashid is still celebrating music…and I get friendly with the laptop…. Suddenly the building I was conceiving started speaking to me…a problem for a week was a cute little puzzle only to be solved in couple of minutes…I lost myself again within flow of lines and miracle of music…..
Now I am back….Found my existence….Work is done… I did not go to office.. I did not take a step towards a ladder…. I did winked at Jane's kiddo..and he smiled at me with the toothless funny cute face…I am not neat and clean .. I am nowhere close to professional gentleman…I had great time….I am happy...
And finally the Architect made a nice building…Before it was too late.... !!!
Happy birthday to Me
so I rammed my alarm clock on duet (!) and peeped inside kitchen….wowow….there was an entire croissant ready chatting with a nice cup of tea…I was overwhelmed. It’s not that I get to see this very often…Unfortunately I did not have time to admire this rare sight…soon they united within me..happily..!
But …I was in complete panic… I thought I missed the bus…Now I have to take a long walk to train station….and I am going to be Late.. It's late…I slammed the door as I rushed looking like a good professional gentleman….ready to climb the ladder…as fast as I can….the only thing I was thinking is how do I reach office in time… I missed my Bus…Its late... I am taking a long walk..its late... I am going to be all tired and sweaty by the time I reach office… its really late …
I was as focused as I should have been….only the fact was I got up little late….never mind.. I would walk faster, I said …I just heard Jane 's 'Gummorning'.. This neighbour of mine,ever since she had the cute kiddo,she talks to everyone like she is talking to her blue eyed angel…I wanted to wish her too.. But I was late…. And I was focused on reaching the office in time…I forgot to put the bin outside.. I forgot to stack up letters; It was my turn today..All I was concerned was I am late….
As I was running and running….to my bad luck… it started raining… I thought.. All the bad things are happening to me… why me ? I had to stop…next a tree… yes.. I did forget my Umbrella….ohh hell…that bas***d drove his car and the muddy water in the puddle was all over me…And now I was not only late but was in complete fix….I was all messy… disturbed….frustrated…angry…I had to go back home….
So I did. …completely drenched in water….I donno why .. But I felt little better to be back home…It was little cold and I was bit shivering…what would be better….explored my kitchen a bit… discovered there is still some tea in the kettle…May be a warm sip will make me feel better…and few minutes later I was all cuddled up in my huge flowing windowpane with a nice cup of tea….suddenly Rashid Khan invited me .... I turned the player on….and soon I was in different world…the mushy grey sky and the wet breeze brushing against the colourfully blossomed spring … sweet little birdies cushioned in tiny birdhouses…the deeper gazal lyrics and Rashid's voice…a hide and seek of rainbow along the farthest line of vision….to add 'grace' to it Mitwa waved at me from the bookshelf….. Couple of pages ….and u r not the same person… I was not….the lyrical spine of the metaphorical moments engulfed my internal sunshine only to elevate me to eclectic euphemism … hahah this is exact what you feel… can not catch it in words….But I enjoy that…those missing moments where I don't exist…. I see myself from 'space'… its funny.. but interesting…..! Grace is great…. Then I open the windows…..pouring raindrops transformed themselves into dreamy drizzle…. I step outside…get rid of my umbrella…..and experience the natural shower…I live every moment thousand times…. Every breath is blessed with loads of freshness ...I am wearing the greenery all over my silhouette…I am seamlessly submerged in nature… I am with me… I am with myself….I am at peace…..slowly I surrender to bright shining sun…unfold the cosiness of the couch to myself …Rashid is still celebrating music…and I get friendly with the laptop…. Suddenly the building I was conceiving started speaking to me…a problem for a week was a cute little puzzle only to be solved in couple of minutes…I lost myself again within flow of lines and miracle of music…..
Now I am back….Found my existence….Work is done… I did not go to office.. I did not take a step towards a ladder…. I did winked at Jane's kiddo..and he smiled at me with the toothless funny cute face…I am not neat and clean .. I am nowhere close to professional gentleman…I had great time….I am happy...
And finally the Architect made a nice building…Before it was too late.... !!!
Happy birthday to Me
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