Scared as a Lamb Part 1

What happens when a scared lamb goes to slaughter house?????????... Let us analyse his thinking.... First how does it identify that it is slaughter house? Well some calling from heaven.. Lights get dim, He hears screaming, he hears screeching, but all he can see is red faces of limber and leather.. He can feel happiness all round as his heart feels light while the body feels too heavy that even the thought of walking cramps muscles. With great courage he steps up in front, the road ahead is slippery, he thinks thats how lifes been, but never before has the road been as red and chimy almost like a red carpet rolled on welcoming a piece of meat that the hungry human is dying to eat. The Slaughter house he looks around is characterized by plain interiors but the saving grace is a smiling assasin in shining armour with a weapon so sharp that he cant wait to use its brilliant enamor.

It had been a tiring day at work for Veena who from her traditional tam bram household where tayir sadam is usually breakfast, lunch and dinner. It was extremely difficult to get used to the dulls and rigors of the IT job that she stepped into some years back. Her parents had been pressurising her to get married and get settled. Not that she didnt want to, but as much as she tried, she could never get a groom. Either he was too fat, didnt have a US job or plain too well educated and macho to agree to all her whims and fancies which she d planned after marriage. So most of the time she was all alone wherever she went.

Veena worked in a typical Indian IT company which made her work for 18 hours a day, typically paying as much as for 2 hours of her work. The desired qualification and profile of the company Job description slotted like "Wanted - Boring non-intellectual, no work life balance, should be prepared to work without credit and get paid the best in class peanuts exported from north africa". Veena getting excited by the Job description jumped at the oppurtunity and here she was 2 years later standing at the doorway of doom, or so she thought.

It was as usual a party of her umpteenth friend getting married , she often wondered when will my number come "Oh Perumale"............ It was another such evening when one of her best friends had been married. And Veena had liked her idea all over again. "US Groom, No Sisters- No Liabilities- Parents long gone, No compromise on these constraints". The dinner was brilliant, a 7 course buffet with the finest savories and it was followed by a paatu kutcheri by Unni Krishnan. She d forgotten her watch, so the first semblance, Veena got of time was when her mom called her. She almost fainted when she heard was the time was 8 30 PPPPMMMMMM.... It was sooo late in the night and the christined fat old lady had started singing..... How will i get home "perumalae"??????,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Interesting meetings at Unexpected locations

Hey i know this guy u think.. havent i seen him somewhere. You are clear, You know him.. How many times does this happen to us. Some old classmate, college-mate or even a person you have met in a bus sometime and struck an impressive chat.

It so happened that two things happened over the last week. I met two people whom i had all but forgotten in life. It happened so unexpectedly that the thrill of the moment lasts for a long clatter to add some excitement to otherwise boring silly lifes ( i wonder, my last two blogs have the title Bore to it, signifying how life has become).

Scene1: Location: KPN Bus stop. Hey i know that pretty lass in the corner of the room. But shes on the phone. Isnt she from school. yes she is. She was in my school though had hardly even seen her in school. but knew her from social networking site called Orkut... (It used to be my fad those days, they say these days , they are writing its obituary since everyone is farming in facebook). Bad news. i hear that my bus is cancelled and i would have to endure a non AC sitting journey to Chennai. But thats not whats ringing thru my mind.

Am i sure it is her, i decide to call up friends to check. Not sure. No one in touch. Doubt creeps. I turn to the girl, shes giving me a long hard stare. Now does that say, "Dumbo, cant you say Hi, i m from your school" or does that mean "Bitch why you staring, tere maa- behen nahi hai kya".. after a lot of oxygen through my viens, i decide to finally ask. Holding my breath, Are you from sankara????? ,, "My foot..... Last fifteen minutes have been trying to make conversation with you, i am here ... and u dont even recognize me" says the awoken tigresss... Well thats not fair. She could have talked to me either. After all post womens liberation movement and 33 percent reservation, its common knowledge that guys cant go up and speak to girls :P . That was one heck of a meet, My Bus came in 2 minutes and i had exactly a minute to exchange numbers. innumerable chats and phone calls followed and it feels like having found one long lost friend in this depressing city.

Scene2: Where else do u find solace on a weekend in Bangalore.. It has to be a mall and my credit card had just been transfixed to a Mastercard server somewhere in the US for the umpteenth time in exchange for some tshirts and again i find a long lost face. I know her. This time i am sure. She was the Chatter Aunty on the flight, i made conversation with her about a year and a half back on a flight between mumbai and chennai. I was going for my SP Jain interview and was reading through a ton of notes that i had made for myself.

Aunty was travelling alone and being the compulsive talker types immediately struck conversation with me. She is from chennai and is in Mumbai to spend time with her son and grandchildren. (Which she apparently was doing now as well in bangalore as her son had moved.) She gave me lots of tips for the interview. She was a school teacher and told me one golden rule because of which i remember her even now. She told me which roughly translates to, "before you go for the GD, go early to the campus, talk to people there, make yourself comfortable with the atmosphere and just rock it like theres no tomorrow". I did exactly that.

Now when i met her, she introduced me to her son and grandson. And had a noticeable flutter in her eyes when i told her that it was her advice that helped me. She blessed me and told to keep in touch.

Lifes a constant journey, people we see on the wayside arent just travellers but sometimes the arm holders and its just that we need to remember these small moments that make life all the more enriched. I am sooo excited to have had these experiences and i hope to bump into every of my lost friends... Life has to have such high points

La-Bore

I love Marketing.... But sometimes when that becomes a lot of bull shit, i mean the product isn't worth ten percent of the expected result, it really makes the perpetrators, the brand ambassadors look such Losers, and lose a lot of face and respect.. I felt let down by probably the smartest marketers around - Times of India who have been promoting this movie- Lahore , tactly to back their honorable intentions in the "Aman ki Aasha" campaign.

I always feel that movies are to entertain and they should never preach. All the screeching and "Yo"s were so out of character. Whats abt Pakistan thats soo stereotypical. You show Indian boxers train in world class facilities, and Paki athletes given training in what looks like a terror camp. Stereotyping has been the yore of the indian mindset, and what better example than have a paki coach who looks to win at all costs, and the indian coach saying "we indians dont undo evil to what was done to them". This statement has lost its catch value coz of its tenous use, reuse and misuse in indo- pak rivalry.

The acting was sooo fake. Just reading out dialogues straight out of a 4 year olds stage play script, which is written normally for causes like water conservation etc, here its for promoting cross border peace... A screening of the script should have found my kid sisters script much better. I pity actors like Mukesh Rishi who played a superb character in Sarfarosh to be playing such pitiable roles, particularly coz we have been seeing him on screen for well over two decades to believe that his son should have been doing that role of a paki launda

how untouching was the end........ "tum hindustaniyon ne match nahi jeeta , par dil jeet liye". This when they show the crowd baying for blood and the media speculating that an indian player has come to avenge the death of his brother. Hows that dil jeetna. A half crooned attempt at joining a small meagre crowd melanged by TOI for Aman ki aasha. I really kind of lost faith in the organisation if this is just another gimmick or a serious gesture aimed with intent at good relations against a neighbour , not even half of india is convinced is serious about peace and its just a half baked nation with no principles, no leadership and not worth trusting. Maybe thas why the movie was also half baked and such an utter bore that it almost spoiled 3 hours of my Saturday and also stuck in my mind that i had to waste much more of a Sunday to write on it.....

What to do to attack Boredom???

Please note that there is a question mark in the title...... This is not a reckoner to beat boredom..

Its quite a chore this. Work happens through the week and you wait for the weekends... And when weekends do happen, a lack of a water tight plan like a weekend getaway(tickets get booked) or parasailing ( i am glued to give it a miss) or some shopping with a female( they wont let u go, so its watertight) and you are hoping for it to pass because of the lack of Things to do and due to a principal factor : BOREDOM..

Many times, pick up the phone to beat it.. On closer inspection i am amazed at the depths of things boredom can propel a talk at.. "Whasup... Nothing.... You tell me whassup......." and the conversation goes on and on. All i can say is, I have long been telling me that i have to learn French, maybe that would help me atleast say "Ca va tres bien" and show off to the other and maybe teach it to her.

Or i was thinking that i should go for Squash or Swimming to add more skills to my repertoire, but i still wonder what i would do in time when i m not near a squash court or near a pool. I already enjoy playing billiards, TT or other such boredom killing stuff i learnt due to such introspections in the past but they dont help me when i am not near these tables.

OK, next up- tried and tested- Reading. Theres a lot to read says Dilberten Anyone but what.. i get bored deciding what to read, that i dont read. I browse a lot and play games online. Well thats part of what i do when i m not bored. I have also decided to get water colors and do something i havent done for almost 20 years - Paint and not for 19 years- Stitch a Poster..... Watching TV is a good suggestion my mind made.. but hey i dont want to watch Rahul Mahajan get married on TV.

Well things rolling up my head...... I was thinking what to do when my friend suggested, why dont you blog.. You love it... then i thought what would the topic be?????? Boredom and yooo here i go....