Monday, 15 November 2010

It all happened on 12th November...

A night that I will never forget all my life, this incident changed my life! It just took a few moments to transform me into a mental wreck. I learnt a lot of things that night. Even now, chills roll down my spine when I recall those tense moments. I know I am making all this sound like an episode of a horror serial or the trailer of a horror movie.

It was my friend's birthday and she decided to treat us. Three of us first went to 'Piccadelhi' (a restaurant which is a replica of the London subways) in Connaught Place to eat. Post that, we decided to shift location and went to 'Nirula's Potpurri'. We all were laughing and having fun after what seemed like AGES. We were bitching about our 'no-social' lives. Deciding to let my hair down, I chose beer and as it seemed to be my lucky day, bagged an extra bottle since it was in the happy hours. 

Talking and gossiping about old times, we revived a lot of good memories too. Just as we were exiting the place, my memory jolted me that I had brought my light blue stole. I ran back to Piccadelhi, and thankfully the sweethearts had kept it for me. The next, the three of us took a common auto to go back home - one of them had to be dropped at Def Col, while the birthday girl and me to GK-1. I was holding my brown pouch that contained my ID cards and ATM cards. Enroute, our unusually chatty auto driver, an old sardarji, handed me his phone to get it back on ringer mode. "Main anpadh hoon, mujhe samajh nahi aa raha ki yeh kaise theek karoon, toh aap theek kar deejiye" I obliged him and researched his phone painstakingly (the menu was all in Hindi font) and corrected his settings. To test if it was working, I asked his number so that I could ring it. Happily, he blessed me and dropped me off to my home.

Timeline to Panic: 

10:40 pm: When I reached home, I got the sinking feeling that I had yet again forgotten something - this time it was my brown pouch! I panicked, emptied my bag and searched high n low. Voila! I remembered it was in the same auto. Thankfully my memory helped me retrieve the auto driver's number. I called him and after several rings and collective gasps, he answered the phone, getting my heartbeat to normal mode. I hurriedly reminded him of how I was an unfortunate passenger who had left a pouch in his auto. I heard a rustling sound at the other end. Sardarji told me he had found it, assuring me he would come back to the same place where he dropped me.

11 pm: The phone gets cut and I yet did not confirm from him what time he would reach my place. By then, beads of sweat formed on my forehead on that cold night, thinking of the consequences I would have to face if at all my mom came to know. All visuals formed in my head and further panic attacks hit me when I started imagining him getting lost and not knowing my address.

11:15 pm: I dialed his number and after several rings, I heard him exasperated and annoyed that I was calling him repeatedly. Nevertheless, I gave him benefit of doubt because I knew he was coming from ITO (nearly 13-14 kms from my place). He assured he would reach in 15 mins.

11:30 pm: I was hyperventilating by then. Tried to avoid the itch of calling him again. I knew he was an honest guy, yet I had all negative doubts lurking in my brain. Another 10 mins of despair as I stood on the main road, worried that he would not find me and go back home. My colony's security guards looked suspiciously at me, and I fielded yet another angry call from my mom who had by now, gotten suspicious of my sudden urge to take a midnight walk in my colony's park - as I had told her.

11:40 pm: Sardarji arrives, looking irritated at me. I take two deep breaths of oxygen like I breathed my first air - right out of my mom's womb! Yet, he calmly asks me to sit in his auto and spends five minutes, explaining me the importance of taking down an auto driver's number as soon as u board it - in case u leave something in the auto - and second, how I should check all my belongings before I de-board the auto at the said destination. He hands me over my pouch, saying he didn't even open it to check the contents. Sardarji was my guardian angel that night and thanked him profusely, gave him 400 bucks to show my appreciation for his honesty and all the pain he had to take to reach my place. We spoke awhile and at midnight, he took leave. I prayed to all the Gods that day, asking them to bless this kind soul!

Guys, all I can say is that Angels do exist. But not all will be like this guy, so please take care of your belongings since losing even a single piece of our identity - ID cards/anything - amounts to a whole lot of paperwork and unnecessary wastage of time too...

Thursday, 2 September 2010

The New Pyasa song...

Yeh meetings yeh stories yeh feature ki duniya
Yeh insaan ke dushman, Quark ki duniya
Yeh deadlines ke bhookhe, editors ki duniya
Yeh page agar ban bhi jayee to kya hai.


Yahan ek khilona hai sub-editor ki hasti
Yeh basti hai murda reporters ki basti
Yahan par to raises se inflation hi sasti
Yeh appraisal agar ho bhi jayee to kya hai?

Har ek computer ghayal har ek news hi baasi
Designers mein uljhan photographers mein udassi
Yeh office hai ya aalame management ki
Circulation agar badh bhi jayee to kya hai?

Jalaa do, jalaa do ise, phoonk dalo
Yeh monitor mere naam ka hata do

Yeh user tumhara hai tumhi sambhalo
Yeh computer, yeh paper agar chal bhi jayee to kya hai?

Saturday, 2 January 2010

Wanna Partition 3.0 software?

Its apparently become easy to install this software. Master minded by many, the registration in this portal is very simple: Go to the headquarters of Shiv Sena, TRS, BJP, BSP or better still go to any university. Then pay your black money to them, they will hire some goons for u, who will break bones, glasses, burn effigies, and even take protest marches, causing jams in the city, some MPs who will go on 'fake' fasts. Hmmm sounds simple na? :-) the final results are the most wonderful, I can promise u! This is a no-fail recipe to successful partitioning of ur state or community. Isn't it weird that a democracy which boasted of vibrancy and variety in its culture, is slowly turning into a battleground of blood, gore and destruction. All credit goes to its leaders who are participating in the mass destruction of its own motherland. We are in fact returning back to our roots, ironically, We were a country of small provinces ruled by kings before the inception of 'Bharat'. Due to infighting among the kings, various foreigners came and colonised us. It was only pre-Partition, they realised the need to be united. So do we really need yet another version of Partition 3.0 software installed in our country by 'the others'? Why cant people learn the bitter lessons of 1947 or an 1865? I guess this is wat a wise sage said centuries ago: jaisi karni waisi bharni. And we continue to pay dearly for the compartmental thinking of some idiots who are ruling the country! Thanks to these cracks, our country will be sawed into pieces, if not tectonically, in the near future. So why blame poor Uncle Sam or a Pakistan or our dearest neighbours China for invading us. It serves us right, then! No point in callin the kettle black, right?