Saturday, December 18, 2010

Today’s Pain ; Tomorrow’s Gain





Every individual, in his/ her lifetime does conjure, acceptable or otherwise, of coming to think of a moment/ phase from which they learnt the most, or in common parlance an instant where in, you could list out your greatest achievement, so far. This could be an out – n – out philosophical Sunday brunch exercise over Enya swooning in the background, or more apt in today’s times, a preparation of the so called probable questions expected from the savior across the table in the myriad interviews you’re about to face, to get so called in line with Life.

Most of the statements being made up, and at those rarest of the opening of the third eye, when you actually sit down with a scotch in one, and nothing much to put your other hand to, you wonder…..whether one is supposed to remember and list down in bullets, the learnings’ of the so called phase in life, that so damn-right changed you or when you felt like the Achiever of the decade forgiving All and sundry. Or should it come to you naturally, like the smile on your face, when you see the sun set against the water-line.

I till now fell in the former, but now proudly, spill onto the latter. The last one and a half years of my life, especially the last one year, has been nothing but the toughest and most grueling one, by far [in distance and context]. Having been able to complete my MBA with grounded colors, nonetheless, expectations were flying in weird capacities and imaginations. Contradictory to popular belief and my own expectations, I had been looking after the Rural Sales channel for a respectable FMCG firm in India.

Over these one and a half years, I have been given a life – time opportunity of travelling across the length and breadth of this gorgeous and delightful country of ours, literally, something which people would sacrifice, to do. Having worked in East, West and North already, considering a stage so early in my career, I couldn’t have asked for more. From the remotest of Maoist infected interiors of Bengal, to coming home to the city in the night, witnessing the two sides of India, and feeling helpless and drained. From the organized, and the awakening in rural Maharashtra, to the ‘colorful’ and celestial life at Pune. To the ‘final frontier’ in sales, UP, to the hills of Uttaranchal. Moving in and out of cities like it was my park and the lanes were there waiting, to be treaded upon.

But more than all of that, I would remember something else, for a long long time to come. I would recall how coming from a completely opposite background being in charge of a team from the grass roots of as they say the Real India. Its like putting the Colin Farrell out of the Phone Booth straight into the fields of the war at Troy. Having been able to see the life at the grassroots and villages all over the country, very very closely, their lifestyle [if I could call it so], their aspirations, their idols, their mode of entertainment, their grief…and more importantly THEM. Learning small things from them, which we in the city, or if you reading this write up, overlook, the humility, the small sources of happiness and the incapacity at times for deviation and hence insanity. The fact of how important Bollywood and Cricket actually is to this country and its citizens, can never be understood from the seats of our plush living room sofas. Of how life changes in these small villages at the onset of a festival or celebration, and how their belief in GOD just keeps them going on and on.

Courage and Adaptability were only fancy words, thrown here and there, making the world look a tad more intellectual and erudite. Living these words was a whole different Ball Game, only the stadia kept changing. To strangle your inhibitions and become a kid again, making a weird blank face whenever the word Ego was thrown into the dusty air was an experience in itself. To be away from all the things I have loved, so dearly, and yet maintain the relation passionately and believing in its magic has been a chapter in itself. Thrown into the world of sales [Note : FMCG sales is the only hardcore sales, please do not try and sound hard’ly’ working people by associating the sales you do with FMCG. It ain’t even come close enough, and I could write that for you, if you would require a copy] and its mannerisms, could be a whole different book series in itself. So I’ll keep that for later.

Character and Confidence carried a whole new different meaning now. The actual faces of Hardships were known, what with all its expressions thrown in as freebies. A separate new set of list became clearer, better known as the list of ‘Things for Granted’. All this would go a long way, as anything now, from here, would just seem like a luxury, a pampering. Adversity has been dealt with, at least for the time, I would like to believe.

If I said it was all a cakewalk for me and I could adapt like a surfer does to the waves, I would be lying like a - whatever evil comes to your mind [you have a quite a choice, at that]. Whenever I felt like this is it, I don’t deserve all this; I could get any other more ‘comfortable’ role, regretting all am missing due to this, the ol’ life, there was this infamous picture which erupted from some genius spot in my brain and it read, as the famous construction sign reads : Today’s Pain, Tomorrow’s Gain.

Value was known, and valued more, of time, pleasure, company and its moments, money, solitude. Travel in its truest sense, was absorbed, and not the package ones, with the glitter and handouts, the brochures and guides. The travel of unpredictability, travel of not knowing where I would be tomorrow this time, travel of how I would be wherever I would be that time, travel of just being able to travel, the joy of it, and nothing else, the rawest form that there could be. Of Living the Life, of mobility, literally out of a bag [and where-in the bag slowly takes the place of your BFF (as Paris Hilton would like to say)], of meeting new people, hearing a different dialect or language every other week, and take in to the nuances of the cultures at display. Of being able to think their way and understand their move before they did mine, because they were the majority and me the minority. I was learning, they were just being themselves, with their everyday routine. I was and am The Journeyman.

Today I move onto another sales channel, and again it’s quite an opposite of sorts, seems the unpredictable attribute just loves being my mate, gladly so. I take a crossover from Rural India to the new emerging India, handling the Modern Trade [swanky malls et al] end of the sales business now. Tomorrow there will be a new set of experiences, a different world, different challenges and a different force, and there would be a Different – ME too, ready and waiting at the other end with arms wide open. After all I’m 4 states, ‘n’ number of numbers [my friends love this part about me, Read: they are ready to kill me for the same], 4 visiting cards, a million bus, train, air tickets, hotel bills and a bag full of memories and experiences old.

So I’m equipped to bring on my A –Game….let’s see what the World has.

P.S : now at least I would have one answer ready for the interviews, god save me on the others!!!


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Monday, July 26, 2010

Room Service

“When a hotel room's the closest thing you got to home
You could be in Philadelphia you could even be in Rome”


Its been roughly over a year, my association with the corporate arena, and to be more specific the “sales world”. But no, this is not a cribbing session on sales, that will follow later [to everyone’s delight], for documentation sake or more. This one is close though – on a lifestyle which the sales force have to adopt and live by, voluntarily or otherwise…

I have been living out of an American Tourister bag since the past few months, moving in and out of hotels, places and cities like it was no one’s business. Post school, it seems India has become my playground – yes it being a very bold statement…but I would repeat it, if need be.

I am not aware if all hotels and its rooms were meant to have this uniformity in design and content, but they sure adhere quite well. A few things up front:

 I can randomly dial numbers now and get room service / housekeeping, given my in depth knowledge on their prescribed range

 I have to take a quick glance at the key to remember my room number every time I do call

 More often than not I utter the room number of my previous room in the last city I was at

 My interaction at the reception/staff has become mechanical and duly follows a linear mode

 My arrangement of laptop, books and diaries are of the same nature in all rooms, if I have to adjust in any way, it’s a shady room…Period

 I without taking a look at the menu, order precise food items and have a high hit ratio at that

The most astounding : From a hotel room, I cannot within a short time frame conclude on which city I am in…I would have to ThINK for that…to make things clearer to those who are already laughing at my state, I present a live case, which took place a week back…

One of my dear Mba batch mates called from the Ambal land down south of the IT origin and in between mutual cribbing sessions happened to ask me which city I was in (which seems to be a joke doing rounds within my friend circle these days). I frankly could not at once answer her, as this was my third city in as many days, so I took a quick glance towards the hotel menu. Usually this does the trick, and, I answer, before the other person can notice a hitch. But this was not going to be that easy, because on the menu were listed :

KUKREJA GROUP of Hotels
• Delhi
• Lucknow
• Kanpur
• Varanasi

The menu was playing with my mind, and hence had to use reserve brain power in order to answer the undesired question of the season. My friend in all its moment did take full advantage (as I would have done) and “thy trip taken”…royally at that…

So, well this is going to continue and run through the year. Would have to devise a way out, and create a code of some sort, as I know that in the deep and remote corners of forgotton lands lie my friends, faced with a common enemy. I will rise to the occasion and deliver…or whatever!!!....

Till then keep humming this while I pack and check out…


“Ya I've been on the road nearly all my life
Been around the world 'bout a thousand times
Still a knock on the door makes me nervous
I think I'll see you standing there - but no
It's only room service - ya room service”

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Red Wine on Shooting Star



I had a dream, I, stood beneath an orange sky,
With her standing by,
Said ‘you look so beautiful tonight’
She held o wine, red or mine,
Standing by, the felt of hand,
The eyes speak, oh so fine,
Away from you, be killed if moved,
Your love’s a definite crime

I had a dream, I, stood beneath a felted sky,
Looked like a picture, sounds like a tale
It’s all true, in feeling I failed,
The wine had spilled, dress on fire,
Poker face, love’s on hire

I had a dream, I, stood beneath a darkened sky,
Woke up, with this dream within a dream
The hand’s not mine, distance resigned,
Another setting, another rhyme,
Past was life, future a lie,
The feeling morphs, breaks into a cry


If only she could help herself,
To regain within the designed frame,
To have moved from the sane,
For yourself;
Cuz love’s crazy, defined insane

A drop of tear,
With hands so cold,
A thought I could hear,
If only time could hold,
The eternal spark,
The serene heart,
But it dawned;

Society is such, love, an overrated fuss,
Regrets rule over trust,
One life is no reason,
Belief equated to animated treason,

Are we living the way we would have?
Are we believing in what we should have?


The wine in glass, the dress a class,
My hand in hers, lifted the curse,
It could have been a perfect take;
Chemical romance to this day
Life’s content, decision met,
Our Glory, Love Story…

Monday, February 15, 2010

Breaking News...

This may well sound like one of the many forwarded mails spamming our inbox. But at times, one just has to pause and look, stop and stare and realize what each and every word means, what the feelings emote and how the mind and more importantly our heart react.

This is with reference to a recent terror attack on the 13th of February, at the infamous German Bakery eatery on the North Main road at Koregaon Park, next to the Osho International Meditation Centre. It’s no use stating the facts and the numbers.

I am writing this as a selfish soul, as I’ve never thought about similar atrocious attacks with such provocation. I haven’t seen death so closely, until now, and hence maybe these words. Putting it very simply, one of them could have been me, easily; it was just a matter of minutes and some really good deeds accumulating to fate working to our favor. Now many will frown at this attribution to luck, etc, understandably. But honestly its times like these one starts believing in destiny, fate, the ‘luck factor’ and all which completes the ‘gyaan’ circle which we so effortlessly ignore and push aside. The five who died at the table, with the bomb, could quite easily have been me with four friends, who were looking for a place at the packed Bakery just minutes before and deciding not to sit after one big table became empty at the rear end of the place.

German Bakery: at the corner of Lane A, the lane where we reside. A literal second home for us, the vibrant hangout/joint, which also by the way provided us with our daily meals, at breakfast, lunch [on weekends] and dinners. It was always the familiar faces munching on the burger, chewing on the salad or sipping on the many shakes and juices on offer. The Nepalese crew with the loveliest of smiles and always ‘Happy to Help’ attitude.

For one of us, it was The Home who also used to at times stay at his second home/place in the one room flat of his. He was riding on some magical guidance for sure which took him to a rock concert nearby, or else, one would have never liked to guess the consequences. For another, who called from the bakery to another, and then deciding to push off to his place rather than waiting, heard the shudder and shiver as soon as he took off on his bike. For the three of us, who entered our flat and heard this loud thud, as if a building had just gone down. Basically, a few minutes here and there, the faces could have been different, the result the same: Death.

We could not believe what we were hearing, or we were trying not to. We were trying not to accept what we saw, but we had to, when we saw our neighbor in blood, walking up the steps. Watching the live coverage on the news, and realizing it was the same place we had spent the maximum time at, the spot at the end of the lane, where a few minutes back, things were as lively and joyous as ever and now smeared in blood and distorted bodies, sent a chill for sure. We were and are feeling sick and pathetic and more importantly helpless, certain that these feelings would not fade quickly. One of us, voiced that if anything had happened to his friends, he might as well have taken the violent route ahead himself. It does not matter whether the victims are young or old, nationals or foreigners, Christian or Muslims, what is common amongst them is that they were innocent individuals, sure of returning home to their bed that night…almost sure…

One cannot be sure of the future, take one day at a time, thank God for it, every single day, enjoy those moments, treasure each one of them and be the NOW…Do what you got to do now, if you have to say things to someone, if you have to complete something left for the future, live NOW!!!...[I apologize for the pessimistic undercurrent in the note, but that’s how reality shapes up things for us, whether we like it or not, the faster we accept and realize it, the better for us.

You realize you cannot take anything for granted, not even time, forget about people. You realize that life is not in your control at all times, as much as you would disagree with that. You realize the hate around you, and how at times, it beats peace and love to the finishing line. You realize the power of fear and to what extent it drives people. You realize that, at times good is beaten and evil prevails.

As one of my friends said, correctly so, ‘Please, Please, Spread the Love people…just Spread the LOVE….and hope.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

ALL is WELL…???

The term ‘Idiots’ have come into a wide variety of uses, via discussion and speculation, especially since the release of the movie. Though it’s quite interesting to observe and note as to how society, as a wholesome body, views an idiot, and, how an individual does.

An individual may have two distinct sub- perspectives to this entire ‘title’. How society [family, friends, and people around him] views him? How he views himself? This is no different to the personality theory which we have gone through ‘n’ number of times: The Real Concept and the Social Concept.

Now I came across 3 individuals, with diverse, yet common backgrounds, while on my extensive travels in Bengal recently. Each one had a story I was moved by, and I believe there might be many like them, here and there, around us, with us…Hence shall use the common parlance of Tom, Dick and Harry….will keep it to the point and brief….watch out though for the symptoms….

TOM: Smart, intelligent, young, brilliantly creative and a decent level of humor. Works hard, gets de-motivated when he lets himself down, ethical in nature and formidable when he knows he’s right.

In a stimulating society resplendent with opportunities, he would be equipped with enormous potential. A Commerce student just like me, with willingness for further education and knowledge, but it’s a pity that he does not possess the financial backing, necessary in today’s world. The only difference being I have done my B.com from a ‘reputed and prestigious’ institution and he from an unknown one. I had options and he had doors slammed. We had numerous discussions on topics like interests and hobbies, rural India, nature, etc. Can’t comment much but all I know is that he could not make use of his will to the utmost of his inner desires. He is seen by society as what he is today and not what he could have been.


DICK: An ex-professional footballer, has played for a few top league clubs, was also called for a squad representing the country. He’s been to European and South East Asian countries to represent clubs. Due to financial or health reasons he had to leave the sport, had to move away from what he did best, from what he believed in.

Now he is in sales, moving from shop to shop taking orders, day in day out, something I could see he is not good at, and more importantly not enjoying. Resulted in him cheating the distributor of some money, as his performance was not up to mark, got caught and was fired. He is seen by society as somebody who’s not good at his work, as someone who is struggling, someone dishonest.

HARRY: a man in his mid-30’s, street smart, respected and amiable. He at one time was running multiple small businesses. He liked doing that…..Period. Was doing well and was also part of a sales force for a company. He had that entrepreneurial streak in him, quite evident at that.

A few years back he had a life-threatening accident on the railway lines. He says and I quote “the villagers where I met with the accident still call me a miracle”. After multiple bones, torn tissues and shut down ventures he still is a salesman at a company, the streak dying a forced death. He has to bear expenses for his health and his wife’s, which takes a toll. The society sees him as a person, who is still where he was some years back, if not worse.

There is a thread between these three individuals, and many such beings. Given a different circumstance, a different occurrence and a different setting, maybe they would have been heroes of their time and place. Heroes and not ‘Idiots’ [not the literal colloquial meaning, but negative nonetheless.

Society sees and clubs them as certain characters, the depressing and disheartening part being, when they themselves start to lose belief in themselves and start doubting their abilities. Start wondering if Heroes and stars are only to be dreamt of or celebrated on 70mm screens on Fridays. Three great minds, deteriorating and becoming stale….If that’s the case, we really have to ask is “ALL ‘really’ WELL???

Sales – on - Song

Morning blues, another route,
A different beat, quite a feat,
Monday mornings, weekends in sight,
It’s a thin line between the wrong and right
Move in step, tongue in cheek,
Rain’s –a – falling, figures seem bleak,
Retail card, pushing hard,
Shop to shop, till we drop.
This is the scheme, selling style,
Chik, Spinz, Fairever, Nyle,
Seasonal plight, display delight,
Target seeking , JC meeting,
Cavinkomm, Sales on Song,
Stories to hear, a million faces,
Learnt from time, left my traces.
I salute the Field and their Force,
Cheers to them and may we Grow…

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

This is It....R.I.P MJ....


Wrote this for my buddy's bachelors invite....the night before.....loved the feel aftr finishin.....was godspeed and satiating....:)

Think you’re Dangerous and Bad enough???

You believe you can take the Blood on the Dance Floor???

Just Keep the Faith and gear up to Jam

We gonna be starting somethin’ and

Give in to me cuz You’re not Alone and That’s the way you make me feelCalling all Billy Jeans in Black and the Smooth Criminals in White

Be ready to Heal the World

Whether you’re a Smooth Criminal or a Liberian Girl,

The question now is…..Will you be There???

P.S.
It’s gonna be a Thriller…!!! And trust me you’ll Remember the Time….for years to come….till we are done…J

Sunday Afternoon Outlet...

Dhaaaaaansh!!!!....Clink…Clink….that’s the audio byte which got me off my feet in the middle of Denzel’s dazzling dialogue delivery….[woah managed four consecutive one’s with ‘d’…]…..on a Sunday afternoon…’not kool’ as I would have typically reacted…..but only to find out it would all be worth it….soon…

Cause : Neighborhood kids playing a game of Sunday cricket

Stimuli : Window breaking in the bathroom

Reaction : To be discussed in detail…..here on…..

Initially I was a bit disturbed at the past 7 seconds. I gazed out of the window only to see an empty play arena….and then a sight which defined the moment for me…..an innocent set of eyes, full of fear, peeks out from behind a wall to check if a middle aged aunt would come screaming and hurl out all her Sunday morning frustration through the choicest of expletives.

I picked up the ball and collected the shards of glass, putting them aside, in a secluded corner. Thought would shout, but then decided age hadn’t got the better off me. Could actually see myself in one of those fearing, mischievous, yet innocent children, after having broken many a window and glass during my time at the ground. Of how we would rush to the nearest bunker/ cover when an uncalled for shot towards an uncalled for direction would be made. Which would usually be followed by a week’s ban of us playing in that vicinity…..then the next neighborhood…..and the next…that was my and am sure most kids journey….pure in its own simplicity…

Coming to the reaction :

I just threw the ball back and jokingly advised them to play a little carefully, and hit better shots. They were quite shocked, the reaction quite deferred from the usual. They had smiles, unmatched, unparalleled….innocent.

I became an angel in their eyes…..felt nice…reminded me of those days and sunny afternoons…..with caps and bats….fights and the rush for cold water…..kept thinking of it….halfway through the movie….sorry Denzel…..

P.S.: Window was already broken…..they just increased the gap….so that I could see the world more clearly out of a much bigger outlet…..