Another snoring Debacle

I was returning from somewhere, I don’t remember exactly. I was going somewhere; that also I don’t remember exactly.

I was arranging my berth, and was pretty surprised when at the next station two IIM Indore guys from my batch boarded the train. It was a nice surprise as I thought at least I won’t get bore for the remaining journey. I got down the train to get some water.

The tap was at a little distance from my coach, near the rear end of the train. I was filling the bottle when I turned around to see the train leaving. I rushed towards the train but it suddenly started racing away.

I thought this can’t be happening to me in reality!

I have dreamt this very dream a number of times. In my dreams I am never able to catch the train. But then I conjured up my thoughts and realized it is “reality” not dreams and I must catch the train. So I started running really hard. There was one weird kind of coach, unseen before. I thought, how it matters, as long as I am able to catch the train.

I grabbed the grill attached to the coach and boarded the coach. To my surprise, the whole coach was filled with people from IIM Indore. I knew their faces only and did not know anyone personally so I stood in a corner. To my utter surprise the train entered the IIM Indore campus and suddenly it turned into a bus.

This was the point I realized (and I hope you ‘my readers’, also realize)”

S*** man! It is another of those dreams where I get down the train to get something and am unable to catch the speeding away train.

Actually there were a number of pointers in my dream, to point out that it was a dream. First of all I never drink tap water from stations. Second, when I could not remember the origin and destination stations of my journey. And lastly when I felt happy on seeing two guys from IIM Indore, none of whom I really liked.

And when I wake up, guess where I am? Travelling in a sleeper coach of a train, heading to god knows where!

That SoB

I am sleeping peacefully, and this time it is real. This is the point where I am woken up by a loud snoring noise.  

All those who know me, will be happy to know that this Goliath (my sleep) has finally found its David (snoring noise). Someone who can sleep through earthquakes and volcanic eruptions can’t stand the snoring noise.

So here I was!

First I tried to ignore it, then I laughed at it, then finally I decided to fight it. By the time I made this decision it has already been an hour of my ordeal. I remembered from somewhere that if you poke a snoring person, he will change his sleeping position, which will stop the snoring noise.

So I decided to give it a try. I poked the snoring bastard’s hand. Nothing happened. I again thought of giving it a try and poked again. Suddenly the Snoring old bastard (SoB) wakes up and sits up.

Now whoever told me that poking a snoring person solves the problem did not tell me what to do when the person wakes up due to your poking. So I was on my own.

SoB: (in total bewilderment) !!!!

Me: (trying to make the most pleasant face, which I later realized is not that pleasant at all) Uncle, aapke kharraton (snoring) se so nahi paa rha hoon.

I was expecting a bit apologetic tone from that SoB.

SoB: To kaa karein, baithe rahe (in a really famous tone, associated with the greatest state of this country)

His tone really charged me up now. At first place, I could not sleep for the past one hour due to that SoB, and the least I expected was some empathy. Instead came the pat reply as if he was committing some favour to the humanity by snoring like a giant pig.

Me: karna kya hai!!? Kharatein mat lo...

SoB: Kharatein nahi le, aise hi nahi le kya jee..bataiye kya karein (by this time he was again readying himself to go to sleep).

Me: Ilaaz karwa lijiye aur kya...

SoB: kahan hota hai ilaaz bataiye to jara?

Me: subah bata dunga (and I went back to sleep)

But not before I tied my handkerchief around my ears.

To be honest, I don’t care how you stop your snoring, Go and slit your throat, cut open your nose or stop breathing. I really don’t care. What I do care about is, please don’t snore in railway coaches. 

KBC's contestants

Is it just me or everybody is noticing the same pattern?

Every person who is coming to KBC is the most grief-stricken person in the world. Of course, the term ‘the most’ is used in an emphasizing tone. As not everyone can fall into the superlative degree category, and some will be lesser grief stricken than the others. (Ah! Again my intelligence)

Take this example: “I am very happy after winning so and so amount. Now I can get my sister married, build a house, get my father operated, relieve my neighbour of his duties of f***ing my own wife, bite my cat and eat my dog.”

Oh, come on! Have you heard of an actor called Mithun Da and his genre of movies? Even his characters are happier than you, until he drags villains out of their dens situated near the station and kills them in the airport.

I only watched the first season of KBC during the good old days, when KBC was only about sheer intelligence and money. I have not seen the intervening seasons so I can’t comment on those. This season has another dimension –emotions.

As if Ekta Kapoor was not performing her duties. First I thought that it is the feature of the first episode only. Since it was aired on Indian Independence Day (August 15) and the program wants to salute some really brave Indians. We were shown a montage of the struggle all the contestants have endured to sustain their life and reach the platform of KBC. Still in some of the stories I couldn’t find anything heart whelming. Fearing that I am too insensitive, I cursed myself and tried to empathise with the non-existent struggles of most of the people.

Then another episode aired the next day, and then another, and then another. And guess what! I was right the first time round.

But all this got me thinking. Are the struggle stories of all the famous people fake? Now I would like to think so.

Take for instance, our dear Kapil Sibbal. He once came to Mr. Alter’s college to give a speech. (I hope you people have not forgotten Dear Mr. Alter)

Kapil Sibbal: I come from a really humble upbringing, with very little means and paucity of resources.

The truth: His father was a Barrister during the British Raj.

And when I think of it, I am pretty sure that Richard Branson is not at all dyslexic and he made it up to garner some sympathy for his achievements.

Jindal Diary- Random rant of a restless rider

Thursday, being middle of the week should be a busy day for me. But when I woke up this morning I had the same goddamn question to answer. 

Now what!

The past few days have been the same for me. Not to know what to do next, So I plan impromptu. It is another matter than even long-term planning would yield the same result. Well so I freshened up, missed the breakfast (as always) and then the unending quest.

Should I or shouldn’t I go to office. In the end it was decided.

I am surfing through the channels. Nothing interesting is coming up. Out of desperation I try watching some random ‘Ekta Kapoor' style shit. I thought that maybe I have grown so bored of the nit picks of life that I might enjoy them. Turns out, it was not meant to be. I still can’t take this shit for more than 30 seconds.

So next I turn to my saviour for the past 3 months- MTV and its “Lava Break-free music from 8 am to 12 pm.” The paradox here is that they are taking a break in the program to tell that the program is break-free. Doesn’t the break itself somehow disown the claim of the break? Oh God! I am fed up of my intelligence. Being a born genius has also its disadvantages. I am realizing in these difficult hours.

To move back to the point, I don’t really enjoy the show anymore. It has the same songs that I have been hearing for the past 3 decades (or so long it seems) running over and over again. What fixation does the MTV have with the movie Speedy Singhs? It was a boring; utterly crap movie and that too about Sardars. Like the world really doesn’t already know about them. And to top it all the movie comes up with a really innovative topic of Sardars in Canada.

Wah, wah! Kya baat hai. I salute their ingenuity.

Hmm!

Aur Dil mein tha bas ek sawal!

“Have I made it large?”

Arey nahi bhai ye nahi tha original sawal. Asli sawal hai ki aaj kya karein mere yaar?

So here I am, to run away from my boredom I have come to office.

I like to think of the process as that of nation building or as they say, ‘Bharat Nirman’. So here I am googling topics on how to survive a lazy Sunday (Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday)

Bye the way the term 'rider' in the heading of the blog has nothing to do with my intelligence. I am not trying to imply any deeper meaning or hidden philosophies of my life. So just move on and read it just like that. I have grown too lazy to even think of a suitable heading and have scribbled the first word that came to my mind. 

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening ~ Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


Why does it feel like these lines are speaking to me! It feels like the story of my life. How can some one be so simple yet so subtle... 

Jindal Diary- Some random incidents

JPL is organizing a 5-day event, from October 2, 2011 to October 6, 2011 on the eve of Durga Puja. It is really great for people like me, who belong to the eastern part of India and for whom DP is a really big affair. In the school days, I would look forward to DP holidays as it will mean the onset of a number of festivals including, Diwali, Govardhan Puja, Bhai Duj and finally culminating in Chath.

The mega-festival week as it is called in JPL has one event or the other every day. Last night it was Garbha performance by a group of students whose lead is an attractive girl from IIT Delhi. Supposedly she was also a participant in ‘Voice of India’. Now that is something I really admire- following your passion.

But the next day some really funny conversation happened. Actually it can be thought provoking for someone, depending upon how much intellectually challenged they are. As I belong to the highest breed so it was only funny for me and nothing else. Again the incident involved our own Alter. Mr. Alter also works with the CSR department of the company apart from threatening government employees like railway TT and GRP. The CSR team has another employee called Mr. Dhakkan. A mention of his qualification is really necessary here for the argument that follows. Mr. Dhakkan is some Masters in some degree and he is planning to pursue an MBA.

Dhakkan to Alter: Arey Sir, kal ka Grabha program dekhe bada maja aaya

Alter: arey haan, maine bhi suna, but I was not able to go, had some work (actually lazing around was his work)

Dhakkan: aur bahar se nachne wali ladkiya bhi bulayi thi company ne

Alter: ya, I know. Actually they are from IIT Delhi

D (slightly puzzled): IIT! Kya keh rhe hai sir, IIT walo ko ye sab karne ki kya jarurat hai?

A: %%%&&&$$$****@@ !!! ??? (Speechless and totally confused as to how to respond)

D: sir wo nachne wali kyu ban gyi, kya hua unhe.

A: (regaining some of his sanity), arey wo nachne wali nahi hai, they perform on stage, because it is her... (He thought of mentioning the word ‘passion’ but then decided it is best not to mention such useless terms in this highly inspirational talk)

D: Sir, job nahi lagi thi kya IIT se, so naach gaa ke paise kamane padte hai?

A: (losing his wits now)- arey Dhakkan jee, main to aapko padha likha samajhta tha, aapse aisi umeed nahi thi

D: (not to give away that easily, replies with a fairly straight face), Sir, humein bhi IIT walo se aisi umeed nahi thi...

--- END of DISCUSSION—

Actually how can you counter such well laid argument!

Incident No 2

It happened on that historic train trip from Raigarh to Ranchi. We are standing near the gate. The toilet is nearby and I observed that people coming out from one bathroom are going to the next bathroom slightly troubled. After a few moments I realized that the tank has no water.

Hahaha...!!! How are they managing...? (You know what I mean to say)

I saw a dude standing outside the bathroom. And as you Mr. Alter by now, he starts a conversation with him. The Dude is working in Chennai in textile industry and has come to Ranchi for his DP holidays. During conversation Dude reveals that he is waiting to use the restroom. Being a Good Samaritan, our Alter is, he informs the dude that the facility has no water. Alter then goes inside the boggy to arrange for some seat. In the meanwhile a bathroom gate opens and dude can’t control it enough, so he decides to use the facility anyways. I am still standing outside.

After a few moments, the gate opens, dude holding his trousers from falling down, says in a slightly irritated tone- “Paani aa to raha hai jee.”

And I thought, look at the charitable instinct of the dude, even in this hour of urgency he is thinking of the world around him. He comes out of his rest period to inform the world at large that the water has been filled in the tank.

Long live such unselfish souls.

RESPECT!

And I have become too emotional to write any further for now.