Sunday 6 May 2012

A Good day! : Blog # 22


A Good day!

* A short story

Gaurav returned from the matinee movie show. It was nothing different from a usual light hearted bollywood movie, but had a feel good factor to it. It was his routine - a movie on Sunday evening with friends. But every time he returned from the movie, it reminded him of having to go for work next morning. According to him, whoever said “Pick something you love to do and you will never feel like you are working” has never worked in their life. He slept off reading ‘The Namesake’, a book recommended by his girlfriend Priya.
 
After the morning cup of tea, he rushed to the station picking up the day’s paper on the way. By now, the ‘paper wala’ knows his preference and sets it aside so as to waste not even a second. The station was not crowded by Bombay standards. Although back home, it will take the whole of his village to crowd the platforms as much. Braving an uncle and his gang of friends, he managed to hop on to the second door of the first class compartment of his usual 8:40 local.

Shekhar was waiting for him. “Hey check out this new song.” Shekhar is as crazy for music as Gaurav is of books. That’s why ‘Landmark’ eats up a large chunk of both their salary. He tried to talk about the Teach India initiative launched by a leading daily. But Shekhar never cared of any such things. It was a very novel idea which implored the youth to take up teaching for the under privileged. He wanted to be associated with this cause. But when he enquired, it became clear that it will clash with his weekend movies and workout sessions. He couldn’t cancel any of them.

Priya boarded after 15 minutes. He always wonders how she stays as beautiful and perfect in spite of the crowd at the station. He loses all the freshness the moment he sets foot in the station. As usual, she was all smiles and cheer. She is the one who makes his days come alive, today and every day. The train started moving and she said “Gaurav, Listen Listen”. She gave one end of the headphone to him. It was the song of the first film they went together. It brought a smile on his face.

The TTE came in at Kurla station. Gaurav has no respect for people who travel without ticket. How rich will a person get out of saving a ticket’s worth! It is not just about money. It is about principles. The TTE asked him for ticket. He took out his wallet and showed. His is a season ticket. TTE stared at him. “Your ticket is invalid. The last date was yesterday.” The passengers started staring at him. “Sir, here is the ticket”, said Shekhar. “I knew you will forget! I reminded you after the movie also yesterday. Thank me at the Mc Donald’s today evening!” He let out a sigh of relief. Before he could say anything, Priya took over “Ohhhh that’s so sweet of you Shekhar”. Shekhar was always like this. In his own words, “A Just In Time friend.” 

He did not speak much that day although Priya and Shekhar were busy with their office politics. Yes, they both were colleagues. All of them got down at VT station (CST these days, but he liked to call it VT just like he called the city Bombay and not Mumbai). 

Was he a little late to reach office? No, it’s still 10 minutes to 9. But everyone has already reached and has started working. He looked at the corner cabin. The boss is IN. That’s why the silence. Uma is his cubicle mate in office. They are good friends so far, thanks to not being allotted the same project yet. He has heard she is a bit tough to work with. But as far as he knows, she is a good friend. After the routine work, he was about to do some prep for the upcoming project. He badly wanted to be associated with that project. It is then that Uma called, “Motu….”. That meant she has brought something from home. He turned 180 degrees, all smiles and asked “What have u brought today?” “Roshgullaaa” Uma declared in her unadulterated Bengali. Those were his favorite. He couldn’t thank Uma enough.

It was then that Boss called him to the cabin. It was a monologue like always. “Gaurav, I came to know that you are interested in the upcoming project. I have been hearing some good things about you from your peers. You will be working with Mr.Swaminathan’s team for the new project. Keep up the good work. That will be all”.  Gaurav had a wide grin on his face.

After office, he headed to McD for the treat he promised to Shekhar. As he was beginning to dip the French fries in the sauce, he heard “Pandu!!” Secretly wishing Shekhar and Priya didn’t hear that name, he turned and saw Ani, his college friend. They were roommates in UG hostel. Both of them hugged each other. It had been a long time. He was extremely happy to have met Ani. He asked Ani to join at their table. They caught up on the good old days. They cracked up over college jokes, some he wished Shekhar and especially Priya did not hear.

All three of them got in to their usual 7.45 local from the last platform. Meeting up old friends is always fun. Isn’t it? Gaurav asked. “Yes Pandu!!!” Priya and Shekhar said in chorus. He couldn’t hide his smile.

The train started moving and someone played an old song which made Gaurav nostalgic. He held Priya’s hands. “So Mr.Pandu, did you send the money order for your secret good – hearted work?” Asked Priya. It was then that Gaurav realized he forgot to send the money for Diya’s tuition, a girl whose education he was sponsoring. “How did you come to know about that, Priya?” “Hello, thank me first. Saw the post it on your table yesterday before we left for the movie. So on the way, I did it and you are welcome!” chirped away Priya. “Thank you so much shona”.  “Yea, go and try the Bengali on your Uma!” Priya said playfully. Gaurav felt lucky to have Priya in his life.

Gaurav opened his door and switched on the TV. After changing in to a t shirt and shorts, he plunged in to the bean bag. There was some TV show on air and the anchor said “It is the smaller things in Life which need to be celebrated. It is the little blessings that make your life worth it. If someone made you smile today, be thankful. If someone took care of you today, be thankful. Be thankful that you had a Good day”. Gaurav could feel his smile reaching his eyes and said “I am thankful for today  :) :) ”.
  
                                                                                                                    Arun Babu.


Friday 4 May 2012

After all, what are friends for?: Blog # 21

After all, what are friends for?

* A short story 


The clock struck 5 and the call taxi honked below the apartment. Sam and his mother set out to the airport. Before boarding she said “Sameer, All your friends complain you don’t keep in touch. There is more to life than work. You have accomplished a lot for your age. But have a life outside work also.” Sam had got tired of hearing this time and again. He hugged and said good bye to his mom.

Sam went through the last month’s calendar. There was a get together of college friends on May 3rd. He couldn’t make it. The project appraisal came up and when it comes to work, everything else can wait. The next Sunday, his cousins came visiting his uncle living in the city. Again he had to fill in for Riya who was on a holiday. He could have said no but he didn’t want to leave a chance to impress his boss.

Sam took the cell to check if the daily alarm was on. There were a couple of unanswered messages and calls. Nothing concerning work. May be there is some truth to what his mother told. He thought to himself.

Sam woke up to the 6th ring of the cell . “Hello Sameer”.That meant it’s a call from his hometown. No one here calls him by that name anymore. Sameer, did I wake you up? I called up to say I am coming by evening bus. Be there to pick me up at the station. I don’t know anyone there ok? Before Sam could reply the phone was hung up. It took him a while to make out it was his childhood friend, Hari. They met last month after a long time during a mutual friend’s marriage. At that time Hari told he will be coming to the city this month. For courtesy sake, Sam welcomed him. He had no idea Hari will take him seriously. Things like these disturb him when people take things for granted.

            Today, Sam has a very important client meeting. It could make or break his upcoming promotion. He had been preparing all along for this particular presentation. He thought if Hari does not find him at the station, he will find a lodge and when they meet, he will make something up. Hari is so gullible after all.

Sam reached office. No one in his module has reached. As his colleague Riya always say, it’s because they all have a life! Yea right! Client meeting is at 11. Got some ground work to do. Collected some documents, some data backup, rushed through the presentation once. All set.

The clock showed 930 but there is some confusion in the office. Everyone is moving about. Then he saw Riya coming towards him with a long face. What happened? , he  asked Rhea. “ You didn’t know? It’s all over the news,”  

What’s all over the news?  What is it?, he couldn’t take the suspense.  “We are losing our jobs. Our chairman is arrested.” What? You are kidding me!!! ,Sam couldn’t believe his ears.

Our company is shutting down Sam! Got a mail from the HR asking us to leave the office and wait for further intimation . He checked the inbox.

He felt numb, He did not know how to react, What does he do now?

This company is his identity. His personal life is his professional life. He has not even talked properly to anyone outside work for the last 6 months.

Riya said she is not going home. She did not want to face her family. Ram also said he is going to his friend’s bachelor pad. Sam did not have anywhere to go.

He called up Rohit. The number appeared to be busy. He called up Maya. Her number has changed. He couldn’t go home. He went to the Fern hill apartments of Vidya and Rahul. Neighbours said they are on a vacation.

He went home. Alone and frustrated. He felt restless. The news channels were blaring with his company’s news. He was getting calls from home. He did not pick up.

He lost all his hope. He thought he knew what fear was. That day, he realized what it feels to be scared.

It’s 6 in the evening and the door bell rang. Sam wondered who could it be. He opened the door and saw Hari standing there. He hugged Hari tight. Hari said “Your mom said you might be busy at work. So aunty gave your address.”

Sam broke down. “It’s ok Sameer. Everything will be alright. I resigned the job back home. I have an offer from HP and will be joining next week. Let me see what I can do. After all, what are friends for?”.

                                                                                                                               Arun Babu.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

The courtyard Lawn: A Potpourri of Memories #12

**An ode to my Alma mater, Amrita School of Business(ASB)...The time when every day was a celebration, our college days...Here is an attempt to revisit those fond memories...

The courtyard Lawn          

             This is one place around which our lives revolved (literally!) for the two fabulous years in ASB.

Right from our freshers' day party to our farewell party, this lawn has been indispensable.

Every Pragati(our B- Fest), this place takes the centre stage. The promos, the lighting, the decorations everything found a prominent place here.

Amrita School of Business, Amrita School of Engineering, CourtyardMany kalkruti events took place here. The ‘Iron hearts’ event of the last kalakruti conducted here is unforgettable.

The face painting of Utsav is still fresh in my memory. So are the many tea parties that happened here.

Many a time we have also done some last minute prep before the exams.

This is where we threw a handful of colours and celebrated Holi. This is where from we lit up the whole of ASB with beautiful diyas and celebrated Diwali.

            And to top it all, how can we ever forget the famed ASB flash mob and the DJ nights.



The courtyard lawn is also home to the Lone fish. Near the Photostat corner, you see the small pond with the lone fish in it. It’s sad that it has to live a life of solitude. It is so reclusive that its appearance is rarer than the pink slip (Gargi bhavan gate pass). I think some forum should take up its cause





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Wednesday 2 May 2012

Home away from home: A Potpourri of Memories #11

**An ode to my Alma mater, Amrita School of Business(ASB)...The time when every day was a celebration, our college days...Here is an attempt to revisit those fond memories...

Home away from home

          A day in the hostel starts thus: The alarm goes off at 6:00 am. After a lot of contemplation I finally wake up to the see the sun shining brightly through the misty ‘elephant mountains'. At Amrita, this is one of the things I fell in love with first.  

Amrita School of Business, Amrita School of Engineering, Gautama BhavanamIf my friend Jai comes around, we go for a morning walk. Else I sift through the day’s Times of India, sipping a steaming cup of tea. A bit more lazing around later and listening to the wonderful medley of songs that my balcony mate chimby puts together, I head for a shower where the bathroom singers in us come alive. Mostly it will be kutty, chimbi and myself.

After everything, if we have the luxury of time, we head to the mess hall to have some breakfast else we run to the ASB canteen to grab a cup of tea and then to the class.

After the morning session, our hostel, Gautama Bhavan beckons for an afternoon siesta. It’s 5 o clock and there is chatter in the corridor. The evening tea and snacks have arrived. We march towards the road side pavements with our precious little cup of tea. After the evening routine, we come back to the hostel for dinner. It is just an excuse for the night canteen coffee. We sit on the corridor in front of some unfortunate M.tech guy’s room and will go on chattering about nothing (mostly k7 holding court with Kris, Rb, Vikku n Me listening intently J ) that matters, yet great fun J J.

Then everyone goes to their own rooms but me. I head towards the C Block, my room being in E block. Then we spend a lot of time playing pranks on each other. My turph in C block being Suddu, Gilma  and GP’s room. It goes on till late night. It is then that we give suddu a mild heart attack from behind the doors  and do a bit of vaasthu arrangement in Gilma’s room, , the long ‘small talks’ with GP ,Surya ,Mill and yes, Guptaji and viswas’ fun antiques.

Aditya says he knows it’s exam time when he sees me there as that is when I go to viku’s room. I also find this compulsive urge to switch off the light (from outside) of Sharan’s room when he is not inside and at times, when he is inside too J . I must thank the C block a lot for many a hearty laughs.

Hostel life will be incomplete without the birthday celebrations(the cake that flies around, the hugs n the bashing up, the running around...), the Cola* parties, the stolen puff of a smoke, the smuggled in buffets, the list goes on and on... :)

The clock strikes 2 AM and I decide to call it a day. I move on to the first floor cooler for some hot water. I look out to the expanse of the elephant mountains from the first floor balcony and head to my beloved E112.

*Cola drinking is injurious to health ;)

# Hostel will remind me of Phani daaru. Whenever we meet, he tells me his room number indirectly reminding me of the promise I made to him about sweets from home. And I did get him those sweets although on the very last day of stay at hostel.

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The Courtyard Lawn : http://praisesnbrickbats.blogspot.in/2012/05/courtyard-lawn.html

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Tuesday 1 May 2012

The Study Corner: A Potpourri of Memories #10

**An ode to my Alma mater, Amrita School of Business(ASB)...The time when every day was a celebration, our college days...Here is an attempt to revisit those fond memories...

The Study Corner


          When the notice boards scream “Exam time table”, many of us find solace at the study tables in ASB first floor. The Library is too serious a place and the hostel is too comfy to study. The study corner finds the right balance. It’s easier to study here although the proximity to canteen is also a reasonJ .

Amrita School of Business, Amrita School of Engineering, Study place            It is like this. After the exam in the morning session, we head to the hostel for an afternoon siesta. Then by around 5 o clock, we reach the study corner in ASB first floor. Being not out of the sleep-mode, we head to the canteen for a cup of tea. Sipping the tea along with a bit of surfing the net and FB – ing, we open the book by around 530.Once it is quarter to Se7en( that’s when the canteen shuts down), we again visit the canteen for some snacks. If at all we study anything, it happens only post dinner of course if we don’t get tempted to go for a night walk!

            This study corner did help us in making our professors believe that we are among the studious lot ;) .

Some exams made the study corner a fun place to be in and some other, made us want to rip our hands apart and through it at the books.

Then came our new dean, Dr.G.K and the many comforts that he ushered in. One among them was the couches which gave the much needed companionship to the study tables.
            Those couches were like recliners for us during the tiring exam days. These corners will always remind us of a few hectic yet fun filled days in ASB.

# Study corner reminds me of Anoop aka ‘Karadi’ . Believe me when I say no one in our batch takes exams more seriously. For me and vikku, it was always comforting to see someone is more stressed during exams than we were.

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Home Away from Home : http://praisesnbrickbats.blogspot.in/2012/05/home-away-from-home.html

                                                                                                                                              Arun Babu

Monday 30 April 2012

Easy hour: A Potpourri of Memories #9

**An ode to my Alma mater, Amrita School of Business(ASB)...The time when every day was a celebration, our college days...Here is an attempt to revisit those fond memories...

Easy hour         

I have always loved the ECR classes. Not only does it provide a comfortable distance between us and the professors but also due to the cosiness it gives. Be it the cushioned seats or the lighting or the awesome air-conditioning, ECR (easy hour) is a getaway for ASBians.

The first memory is when we all ‘suited up’ for some photo shoot. I think Bala sir was giving a mock class for the session. Then we had some of the colloquia conducted there and how can we ever forget the ASB talkies.
         
Amrita School of Business, Amrita School of Engineering, ECRThere were the Pragati elections and nominations, the pre placement boot camp and the late night SAPG classes with Uday sir. Then Ted-X came visiting ECR and the many conferences that followed.

The ECR sure leaves a lasting impression on the visitors, especially during Pragati. It surely contributes to the paraphernalia every B-school should have which our ASB is in dire need of.

It was during one of the Capstone classes that the Professor moved to write the marker on the board which is used only for projectors and we all let out a collective gasp which surely made his heart skip a beat J .
       
           The defining moment I will say will be the summer project presentations.

# ECR reminds me of Sub Saharan Africa, MDG and the World Bank. During the ‘Nation – Analysis’ presentations, Prita Mam asked Gilma (Arun Karthik), “How are the health indices of the country?” And Gilma explained eloquently in one word “Very Good!!”  J J .         


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Sunday 29 April 2012

The Pink slip : A Potpourri of Memories #8

**An ode to my Alma mater, Amrita School of Business(ASB)...The time when every day was a celebration, our college days...Here is an attempt to revisit those fond memories...

The Pink slip


            There are things that money can’t buy. One such is our Gate pass! I do not want to romanticise this as it is one thing we all despise. This grey/pink paper decided whether we should remain confined to the campus or be allowed to the world outside. But thank God! We did not have to endure as much as engineering folks did.

Amrita School of Business, Amrita School of Engineering, Gate passThis is the only pink slip which the girls of our batch love to be awarded with. All of ours negotiation skills were put to test with the wardens for this piece of paper.

There have been times when we had to run up and down from the gate to GB- Once the warden forgot to sign! and then we got the dates wrong. This might be one thing we all love to bid adieu to.

#Gate pass is closely associated with Sharan. He is more of a day scholar than a hosteler. It is rumoured that the college changed the residential course policy as Sharan’s gate pass usage was affecting the hostel budget ;).

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Saturday 28 April 2012

Billboards of ASB: A Potpourri of Memories #7

**An ode to my Alma mater, Amrita School of Business(ASB)...The time when every day was a celebration, our college days...Here is an attempt to revisit those fond memories...

Billboards of ASB

          The notice boards (NBs) are the billboards of ASB. Every day, we look for (or rather are ought to look for) new announcements.

The first thing was the trim 1 time table if I am not wrong. Then the various selection lists of forums and the many announcements that followed. The time when they get a lot of eyeballs is when the grades are out – the sighs of ecstasy/relief and at times, despair.

            Be it the various conferences, B-fests, assignment submissions, everything comes up here first. Another time when the Notice boards’ TRPs go up is when the elective lists come out - When we do the umpteen permutations & combinations in order to fit in both our academic and non academic interests J.



Although the group mails and the social media are posing a serious threat which might make the NBs redundant, they have their own charm.  






#  For some reason, NBs remind me of Raghubhai. May be because we come to know of all the announcements through him, at least I do :) .
                                                                                                                      Arun Babu

Friday 27 April 2012

The Mango Lawn: A Potpourri of Memories #6

**An ode to my Alma mater, Amrita School of Business(ASB)...The time when every day was a celebration, our college days...Here is an attempt to revisit those fond memories...

The Mango Lawn...

          This is one place which is going to be so fondly missed. The mango lawn, just outside the ASB canteen beats any roof top restaurant. After the 5 o clock classes and during the in between breaks, this is where all our happiness spills over to.

            The small talks, the fights, the celebrations, the photo sessions – you name it and the mango lawn has played host to everything.

            Many a time, we have witnessed the drama practices by engineering folks from here.               

           It is here where Nano was kept during Pragati. The numerous pics that we have taken sitting around the rock in the middle and even on it J .

          It is from here that we spotted the forest fire on the elephant mountain.

            Not quite far, the happy benches under the neem’s shade provide solace at those times when the lawn has a ‘Sub- Saharan’ weather ;) (read noon).

            Come dawn and the sodium vapour lamp comes alive and so does the lights in the faculty rooms. When the security bhaiyas are less attentive, steal a moment and lie down on the lawn. Nothing beats the view of the star – lit sky.

          The mango lawn owes its existence to the ASB canteen. The canteen will be more dear to engineering students that to us for obvious reasons :) . The only things which most of us found edible were the ice creams that came towards the fag end of the course and the famed tea!. And for me personally, the cornflakes :) .




#The mango lawn reminds me of Soumyaji. I don’t think anyone among us appreciates and enjoys food the way she does. The visual that I get when I think of the mango lawn is munni devouring a chocolate or even our canteen tea!

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Billboards of ASB : http://praisesnbrickbats.blogspot.in/2012/04/billboards-of-asb.html


                                                                                                                         Arun Babu