scheduled for 11am...we reached at 10.40 itself..! i would want to believe that whats i always do...if it wasnt for the cute secretary. its the smile that kills...always the friggin smile....and then...when the dude has worked for some 18 odd years...why do they develop such a high respect for time. i mean..if the meeting is scheduled for 11...and 2 young consultants are having a happy chat with your secretary..why the hell do u have to come out of your cabin at sharp 11..!! anyways...so whatever...! 18 yrs of experience...senior guy...! we got his time after multiple visits to the office...and it was only 30 mins. had the make the most of it.so we start....and he is answering. the setting is quite corporat-ish..! you know...the table that can contain half the earth on it...and there is one old dude on its north. and 2 black-suited morons at its south. if both of us were to lie down and i were to hold on to his feet...we wud still need another body to reach the gentleman. and whats with these chairs??? who do we hv to sink...and take 'comfortable chairs' to an all new level. not to mention tht the arm rest will rise up to half your thigh...! so u friggin need a forearm of shaq 'o neil's height..! 10 minutes into the interview...! the answers r stunning....i mean...experience oozing out..!! fantastic perspective. beep...its his phone... he starts off infront of us itself. goes on and on..in some god damn vernacular. i cant figure shit...so am jst thinking of what next to ask. the interview seems too high a priority to spend time concentrating on something tht wud take an eternity for me to crack..!"sorry gentleman..had to take this call..! please...lets continue"the next 15 minutes flow smooth. good questions...equally brilliant answers...! "thank you Mr X for your time. We really appreciate this""oh no...not a problem at all. I hope I was of help...! some tea?""So where are you guys from..?""OH i am fromt Delhi. stayed all my life there.""and you...?""I am from kerela.."now...not that i want to...but i have never seen a person die of shock. i hv seen some bit of it in the movies..but thats all abt it. and i am told that the person freezes...! i mean...he jst becomes a statue. yeah...on second thoughts...i did maybe see someone die of shock tht day..."Kerela...??? So you can speak malayam...???""yes...i can...""OH I AM SO SORRY....I AM SO SO SORRY...I DIDNT MEAN IT...I REALLY AM. I JUST DIDNT MEAN IT...I AM...OH NO...GOD...SORRY...REALLY SORRY...""its ok...ok..not a problem at all.."i am perplxed..!! what in friggin world i happenin. why is tht dude atleast 3 bodies away from us apologizing. and why is this super stud friend of mine acting as if he is jesus...out to forgive the world..! I have no friggin idea...i mean...NO IDEA....FRIGGIN..!!we step out...and i am like....DUDE...WHAT JUST HAPPENED..??? WHY WAS HE ACTING LIKE THAT..."remember the call...! he was speaking in malayalam. with someone frm home...i am guessing...""...and...???""...well....if i recollect correctly he said....these 2 f****** r wasting my time right now...moronic questions...thinking they r too smart..! I will make sure Srini doent grow up to become up...! friggin useless bunch of expensive furniture..."___________________________________ISB recruitments in full swing. had gone down this weekend...to a fanstastic time. took 5 super studs...great bunch of people. the tension on campus was scary...! all i could do was go back in history and laugh at my state back then. it all seems so miniscule...so irrelevant...now...great learning...~aPS: OK...alright...this wasnt me...! A colleague..!! But heck...story writing is fun..! :)
..its the test of this desire...that's what life is...- Zaaveda Zindagi (Movie: Anwar)i agree with that...! life..at all times...at each point..is simply a test. a test of how strongly you desire something...how much are you willing to work towards it...a test...each and every point.so...i sat down the other day...with the music on...! ofcourse..people who can see my gtalk know that nowadays i am on an overdose of urdu stuff. gone back to jagjit singh sorts. and then came atif aslam. friggin amazing stuff. fanstastic lyrics...most of them...and his energy is jst killin. i mean...he is so good...tht at times i wish i cud be this teenybopper...at his concert...shouting at the top of my lungs...atifffffffffff...almost tearing my top off..!! anyways...so i sat down the other day...!! and omg...HAVE YOU HEARD ATIF ASLAM...HE IS LIKE...OMGGGGG...yeah...the othe day...! i was wondering..what are the things that i would work for..! what would life be testing me on...each and every point.this was my list...Photographylife...everyday...asks me this..."u friggin ass..! at a time when you were earning $525 a month...u bought yourself a $750 camera..! you used to cook your own food everyday...because paneer outside used to cost more than milk and vinegar...(ofcourse my time had no value then. notice how i used 'then' to lead you into believing that it does hv any value now..!!)..! so what the f did u with it..! clicked some snaps..! made a moron show at the ISB talent night..! and yeah...never got down to practising..! u friggin ass...!"i know what i want to do. i want to become angus moon. for those who dont know him...he was the exchange student to isb from UCT GSB, last year (read here). and a professional photographer. not before he earned his living as a consultant. and according to him...he earned much more as a photographer than he did as a consultant (ofcourse with my friggin package i will have to click rajnikanth naked to make up for it...although i do know that clicking bappi lahiri naked might fetch me more!). now thats what i want to do. i just want to leave my job one day...and pick up my camera. and jst go clicking for a yr. balls..! will never get that courage..! life's a waste..!Singingyeah...thats true..! i hv always loved singing...although only 2 people hv heard me do so. only one survived. i do visit the other whenever i get the time..but the friggin asylum closes before my office ends. i wanna learn singing. i want to sing the song i like...the way they shud be sung. and i want to believe that i did a good job. ofcourse i also know that anu malik thinks the same...so yeah...i also want the world to think i did a good job. which in turns means...i want to sing for an audience one day..! let see if i pass this test...Supermanmy masi went to singapore right after her marriage. so when she finally came back to india after some 5 yrs...she was this genie...! with magical stuff...!! she had this thing called the VCR...! and this beauty of an invention named TV. and a certain video called Superman II. each time i met her...which was like once a week or so...she used to make me watch it. without fail. till i reached the point wherein i visited her almost everyday...jst to watch it. the movie was my sholay..!! i knew each dialogue..(or atleast i thought..heck..i was in 3rd grade..and the movie was english!)...! ofcourse...growing up..it was easiest to blame masi for most of who i was..!!hah..! i used to go to temples and pray to god...to make me superman. and i remember telling god...i promise i will use my pwers for the good..!! i am sure that used to be god's stand up comedy hour...!! he wud invite jesus and mohammad...and indra (if he was free from his boogie-woogie dance performances) to view me...and would go..."listen to this friggin ass...wants to become superman..he is too funny..!!"but i want to become one...whats wrong with that. really..! i get a kick when i do somethng for someone...wthout the person knowing its me. he jst knows its someone..! it cud be anyone..! and thats superman for me. u hv the power...but never the identity. you dont exist...and yet you do..in the most powerful manner possible..! and its an addiction for me..! the 'overly involved' me..! ofcourse...they stopped making red underwear...and my blue pants are not the best fitting. but i can manage..!so there...u hv Mr. blue pants...who can friggin sing....and flies arnd with this camera. yup...that's me..!!that's who i wanna be...issi shauk ka intihaam zindagi hain...!~a
