ALL IN A DAY’s WORK !!

16th July 2008

00:00hrs(approx)- “Guys VRN’s cell was snatched in E G pura main road jus now at 10:30. Sad man. He is really pissed.” Read bob’s msg. fuuuaaccckkk!!! I said to myself. I cud imagine VRN’s face. Thot of callin his roomie den ruled it out.



09:30 – VRN walks to my cube and gives an in-detail description of (rather enacted) events that took place last night. “Let’s go to Police station den to Vodafone.” Dejection showed on his face.



10:00- Enter Kormangala Police stn. Our man Mr.Constable is consoling a sobbing female who got mugged by a relative. We obviously cudn’t intervene their conversation. We wait for full 30mins only to be told that our case is none of his business.



11:00- Enter Viveknagar Police stn. Here the cops gather around us listen out VRN’s story. “Alla saar neeve heli auto number illa andre hege hidi bohudu naavu?”said Mr. Sub Inspector. “He was thin. Wore yellow t-shirt”added varun. That piece of info was aptly ignored. They took down a LOST MOBILE complaint and sent us packing with a acknowledgement slip.


12:00- VODAFONE Centre. Here we take our seat wait for our turn. Checking out what each of the CUSTOMER CARE officer’s life is like. We figured out if not all, still most of them sitting behind the counter are loosers. “VARUN NAMBIAR. COUNTER B” came the announcement. We look at each other and head towards Counter B. “Ms. DIVYA” read her batch- whose new agonised lifestory was drafted jus moments ago by us :). Some (Ahem) pleasantries were exchanged and VRN filled out the reqd form and paid 100 bucks for the duplicate SIM with a “I Lost my mobile yaar: 12k loss. Again ur askin me 100 rs.?” dialogue. “I’m sorry sir but it’s mandatory” she said in a consoling tone. “doesn’t the SIM cost 99 bucks?” he enquired. Her face flushed, the reason i think is either a)’Oh my God he knows’ exprn or rather b)’oh my god he had de audacity to ask me that’exprn, my bet is on the latter. “Yes sir I’ll check from the cashier if he has change” and she walked away to get our dude’s one buck which never saw light of the day.


13:30- After Fab refused nandu’s 75 buck offer and I donated 100 bucks for not wearing a helmet we finally land up in DESMONDS for lunch. There Divya Prasad’s story was given wings and allowed to scale gr8 heights which someone actually believed in (he he).


16:00- After first class full of “You obviously know” statements to me there were lots of questions, cross questions and trick questions in Mr. Supercomputer’s second class. The absence of air-conditioner along with Mr.Smiley flashin his shabby teeth every 5mins or so was getting on my nerves.


19:00- As I crossed the street towards home I watched a man in peace.Sleepin like a baby. Buses – cars, bikes blaring past him. But he was in a sound sleep. Just wen i was abt to wish that i'd like to be in his place: a woman walked to him stood beside and then SLAPPPPPP! SLAAAAP!! SSSLLLLLAAAPPPPP!!! She started hittin him left right center, she yelled at top of her voice to his ears cursing him on his drinking habits, Slapped him some more and left. I din dare to pull out my camera to take her pic, but u can see him before and after, not much of a change eh.





I think here “He” represents all of us, the “ yellin-slapping Woman” represents the responsibilities our career- life after coll we thought that’d make us consider life seriously and more so change us. As u all can see it’s not much diff eh?? Life’s still is pretty much de same. Today ironically it's One year anniversary of my so said responsible life, LYF is still de same. Like in our man, the yellin women brought abt some minor changes here and there. But at the end we are who we are. Carry on guys. Carry on.

HiCk' Tales.. wOOHuu!!

Warning: This series includes real transcripts of conversations during sessions. In case you find them distasteful or in poor humour, it's highly recommended that you try some alcohol and read again.



Tale No. 1


Me: "Dude ur high..."

"Nope."said Mr. Suri without even twiching a muscle.

"How much is this?" asked an eqally high Mr. Sindagi Sticking out 3 fingers at Suri's face.

Suri: "U tell me. I'l tell you if ur right or not" He replied with conviction.

Me: "C'mon How will that serve as a proof?" i wondered aloud.

Suri: "I'm in 'Testing' . Remember?"he riminded us. Still with a straght face.



Tale No. 2


Suri: "Any plans of giving CAT??"

Me: "Nope only IAS exams"

Suri: "3 - 4 months of proper preparation and you have a good chance. Why don't you give it a shot."

Me: "Better to pay 50 bucks and fail than 1500 and fail.".

Draw curtains. End of Episode No. 1.

One Night @ ...

As i took de stairs of bus our office had arranged to ferry us to the venue of our "HALF YEARLY" event, i was far for anything remotely bein termed as "excited". Memories of last event rushed back, and my spirit still down. I recounted the events lined up and tried to relate to dem







-Opening Speech : Some dude blabbering on n on abt C Kompany.
-Fashion Show : No hopes. No offense meant but seriously, How good wud it be?
-MC RJ Prithvi from Radio One :Whoever- Whatever.
-Drinks and Music : Only Beer served - Which I don drink.
Music - i Barely dance
-DJ SASH at the Turntables : Whoever- Whatever
-Dinner : This one's of my interest.Hope it's good...

Sigh! I asked myself "Why am i goin to this place?, only for food?, is it worth.".
Pat came the reply from de Profound ME "What else do i have to do???"

Took a seat with VRN. Appu n deepo seated in front. BOB n FAB (he he.. it rhymes!) behind."Strange feel hota hain" said Appu. "Huh kya?" i asked. She went on to expln how we used to talk nonstop and now we barely meet or have anythin to speak of. I agree totally. Meeting in person has a lot to do when it comes to friends who are girls. i never see this prob with guys. We may be happily living different lives, without any kinda communication - phone, sms, chat, email, meetings- yet a booze session can get our bondin back in no time. We reached our Venue- Hotel Chancery Pavillion. We were asked to get down in middle of the road right in front of the hotel. Some comparisons were drawn betn the BUS , C Kompany and us getting down in middle of the road. Everyone agreed in Unision. We were guided to the foundations of the structure which was a named as GRAND BALLROOM.

With a Fruit Punch in hand i stepped in. "aaahhhh!! well decorated, Nice setup" ran my first thoughts, and suprisingly it turned out to be one of the best parties i've attended till date. Host RJ Prithvi kept the crowd in laughs and had them engaged in Fill in the blanks, Pricezz of C kompany, Plum Bun Lines, S-Hip Sale activities. Meanwhile the Fashion show was a treat. Well done. Well executed. Kudos Guys. Den came DRINKS (Beer only) and MUSIC. Blv me Beer never felt so good on my throat. We danced like it's our last chance to do so (for reasons unknown many blvd it in fact was their last dance for C Kompany), heavily perspiring until either our breath or legs gave away. To top it all came a good dinner and very good dessert. All in all i'd like to quote myself
"Rocking party, Rocking music, Rocking Food" i said to Urv.
" and Rock&** ***" he replied.
"Wha???" .
"ANd Rocking Ppl" he added.
I Happily agreed. Not sure if i really did, was it de music, de food, or de beer. But i Agreed and i stand by it :).

(W)here i am...

Day passes by as it transforms itself from morning to noon and rests into dark - so effortless. Seasons change from rainy to summer to rainy to winter and back to real raainy - so seemless. But alas! my surroundings have no relevance to any of these changes of nature. The people here are relentlessly punishing their bodies as if they stepped out of their homes this mornin with a vow to test the endurance of their physical and mental strength and retun back with a new HIGH SCORE. They park themselves at their cubicles and remain motionless and expressionless for most part of their day. There seems to be some kinda restriction on human communication at this place. Here conversations and laughter are hidden as cellphones by students in VTU college's. People confine themselves in a small room huddle up to listen to a speaker phone. They stare at it as if some "Item Number" is being played on the screen.

I find myself at this place every single day where mornings and nights have a striking resemblence cos nor do i see de daylight nor the darkness all i see is TUBELIGHT - Rain or Shine curtains are drawn. Temperatures are just figures in news for me cos i'm in a 16 - 20 dergree celsius controlled environment. Identities of my friends are reduced to just names with red-orange-green-gray colour beside it. Yesssss u guessed it right. I'm a software labourer.

Other than work or absence of it there are only 2 things that can force thy to rise from thy holy chair, i.e, either ur bowel is full or ur stomach empty. Such is the life we live. All u rickshaw drivers when will u understand IT??? I don't care wen u learn to browse net or wen will u read this post of mine but i want u to know some facts - we are not some rich guys dude, u are way better than we are. We suck miserably.
don blv me?? here are some FACTS:
-we have job, but u have work
-we live in small houses paying huge rent. I'm sure u live in a bigger space than me if not same payin much less.
-we only look rich, u easily earn equal to or more than us.
-we pay taxes, u don't.
-wen petrol price rise ur hire charges/ demands rise simultaneously, our pay doesn't.
-we can't answer back or swear at our customers/ clients, U CAN and U DO.
-If u don't wanna work u can refuse to, WE CAN'T.
-We wasted 4yrs of our life studyin shit we now don't know abt, u didn't.
-Economies don affect u, it does both Indian (inflation) and american (recession).
-Our parents don have a clue wha v do for a living, ur parents do.
-Our parent's expect us to go abroad for them to boast abt it, they dunno abt the fact that we need to present our client with our sole arse for their liesure, U don't have any expectations or fear as such.

We are just brainless slaves in good clothes and a tag around our neck. So next time u see a young guy walk up to u requesting u to go somewhere avoid behaving like his TL or PM wen he ask's for a leave just befrore a release. Please be nice to him by not quoting exhorbitant rates and please return change. Even if its 2 rs. I'm serious, we expect that. It's a request dude.

All you ppl who managed to read it full (or u who skipped the story to see how i end it) and are wondering what inspired me to reflect on my PAINED lifestyle and write abt it.
Here It is:- When i returned home from work today i climbed to the second floor stood in front of my door. Reached into my pocket pulled out my ID an flashed it to the wall beside. I waited for the beep for whole 10 secs after which i realized that this door opens with a key. I turn around to check if my neighbours have watched me makin a complete a fool of myself - aah not this time.. I quietly replace my id card in my pocket and pull out the key.
- TRUE STORY.

A Pleasant Surprise. :)

Comin to blore was a good thing for me considering my love and addiction for movies... wen i arrived here i was excited abt many things... shoppin, chicks, food, new frnds, chicks, no one to answer to, paychecks, chicks etc.,, but the thing i was eagerly lookin fwd to was watchin movies as dey release... Holly movies wer not released in theatres in my place, and if they wer, den it wud be with dubbing .. which never interested me.. picture this -

Harry Potter- Mein Unki Raksha Karunga.

Ron- Par Harry Tumhare Jaan Ko Khatra ho Sakta hain.

Harry- Mujhe parva Nahi. Mein Unhe Khatre Mein Nahi Chod
Sakta.

Ron-Theek Hain Harry Main Bhi Tumhare Saath Hoon.

Hermione- HAMARI SHUBKAAMNAYE TUMHARE SAATH HAIN

p.s: the last dialogue is supposed to be "GOOD LUCK" in de original. So u can imagine the mismatch betn lip MOVEMENT and dialogue length here.
( so obviously i depended on TORRENTS for Holly Movies).

Here in Blore i dreamed abt world premier's of movies from Production Houses like
PARAMOUNT PICTURES

COLUMBIA TRISTAR

DREAMWORKS

UNIVERSAL

VILLAGE ROAD

MIRAMAX

MANDALAY among others. And i got it. i watched each one of dem here on big screen (unlike back home in my comp screen, which i liked too). But among all these big production houses der was one waiting here to surprise me- to catch me unexpected- unannounced- whose creativity and vision is beyond cinema, beyond any script writer's imagination, beyond any actor's charisma or talent. This particular production house was waiting for me in blore, and blv me i'v seen more movies of this particular PRODUCTION HOUSE ,from the time i'm here in blore, than any of the big names u see up der. I relate to the character's in the movie, i relate to it's era, it's backdrop, it's emotion , it's humour, it's climax ... Friends the production House I'm talking abt here is none other than "IMAGINE". I'm not sure how many of u have heard abt it, but blv me once u see it's work u'll love it. No, u won't find it on google or IMDB. U won't find Rajeev Mansand's comments on it cos he doesn't consider himself worthy of juging Imagine's work of art. U won't find Newspapers publishing the story or gossip's of the stars, the sets cos by the time they write it down and go to print there's already a new- better story ready to be released. This is the speed and perfection that every cinama lover/ maker only dreams of, but here in IMAGINE it's practised every single day. Imagine Production is owned and run by one Mr. Varun Nambiar who brings with him his versatile experiences of life from cities around the world namely Dubai, Mumbai, Kannur, Bengaluru.Hmmm.. yea that's abt it.

Whenever i hear him utter the word - "IMAGINE" - i buckle up for yet another story untold, an cinematic journey in which i have the freedom to choose my screenplay, the cinematography,the actors and most important of all the background scrore which we hum with our imagination. The ppl around us wonder wht they are witnessing before them, baffled by the creativity that is unraveling in front of their very own eyes. They try to force their intelligence to classify if it's really a work of art or just a plain fact told by the utmost Showman. Yes, The Showman VRN himself gives out the specific facial expressions, acts out the scene(s) of various character(s) - sometimes simultaneously. He never leaves out his fnds in any piece of his work. He gives us our act at various crucial points in the story. Each one having our own unique piece of work to showcse their talent. The pure faith he has on us, makes us bring the best out of us- For Cinema, For Creativity, For ManKind- every single time.

I consider this article a brave step to describe the indescribable phenomenal work of IMAGINE. Below i list out the latest work's of Imagine Productions:

-We solve Project X. (Rel date: yest)

-Leela and JD. (Rel date: yest)

Sequel of "We solve Project X"

-We buy Keshav's Car(Rel Date: yest)

-I and SWAT: Requiem of a Blog (Rel date: last Monday)

-All Women must be open minded (Rel date: last weekend)

-We Become Rich (Multiple releases Every Month)

-We the CEO's of Future (4 months back)

-Freebie: The fisherwoman (2 Months back)

a.k.a Mallu Title - Thenumani