Sunday, February 26, 2017

3 years with Srut


It was a good, lazy afternoon. Shruti seemed to be in a thoughtful mood. No, not that being thoughtful is something new to her.
Having spent 3 years with her, I knew that it was just the proverbial lull before the storm.

And as I was just decoding her silence, came the expected " Vishy, I was just thinking.."

"Bingo!" I gave myself a mental pat on the back as if I had won India's its Olympic gold.
I took pride in the the fact that very few hubbies could boast of sharing such telepathic compatibility with their better halves.

Only till the point to know that she was upto something in her mind! Nothing more than that.

"Hmm.." I replied as if granting her permission her to continue further (not that she needed it, she would have continued anyway).

" I was thinking we should do something for our anniversary".

I listened further with intent without interrupting her, for the options which would be spelt out shortly.

" Maybe go shopping and have a dinner out"
" We can also go to a movie followed by lunch at Taj"
" We can try out the new restaurant at Jubilee Hills"
" We can go have breakfast at X at Banjara Hills followed by lunch at the Mexican place Y at Hitech and can order something for dinner"

As the options poured in, with each succeeding option, the focus on eating out progressively went up.
And why not? She being a Hyderabadi, her gastronomic desires were on par with any in the city.

Just then it clicked on why not have a quiz with options to let her know herself better by picking the right alternative, to mark our 3rd anniversary.
Here it is.


1. Top among Shruti's needs is
- Good food
- Good uninterrupted sleep of a minimum of 10 hours a day
- Nallakunta

2. What is the first thing that Shruti does early in the morning?
- Sneezes her nose out in multiples of 4
- Checks her FB account for updates on celebrity hook-ups, break-ups and other general awareness issues
- Opens her eyes, notes that it is still not early enough, shouts of instructions to cook, closes eyes, pulls over her comforter, dozes off

3. Shruti's idea of a perfect day is
- Reaching the station in time for the 8:15 am train
- The cook listening to her and getting the upma first time right
- The day when the sun rises at 9 am and sets at 6 pm.
-  Planning for the days ahead and making plans for preserving the plans.

4. Shruti's favourite pastime is
-  Wet-wiping the already clean table so that she gets a good night's sleep
-  Unfolding, refolding towels perfectly to exact sizes so that no extra cloth peeks out of the shelf
-  Making a color code for wiping cloths, tiffin bags etc.
-  Designing a seating arrangement on who gets to sit on which of the table chairs

5. Shruti's often used line is
-  "Kya hain ki", "Kai ki"
-  " I was just thinking"
-  "We need to talk"
-  "Bas bundle maar raa"
-  "Naa peru Shruti andi"
-  No talk. only rolling of the eyes for the effect.

6. When Shruti says " We need to talk", It means
-  You may want to check your bathroom. You have not flushed properly or probably bathroom's wet.
-  You have not put on the bed-sheets & pillow covers the right way (her way)
-  You have not sat on your designated table chair as per her seat arrangement exercise.
-  You have arranged the plates in the cooking utensils/pans section of the kitchen

7. Shruti gets angry when
-  The food arrives late
-  Lesser mortals do not understand the essence of her planning & micro-planning
-  You might have done something you dint know should not have been done which could have been done differently or best not done at all in the first place




Saturday, August 13, 2016

Food for thought - A day at Nallakunta!

"What's the matter?" I politely inquired as I saw my best half Shruti unusually quiet.
She was perched in a relaxed position on the bed, in the TV room, at Nallakunta in Hyderabad.
Even though it appeared that she was watching her favorite sitcom on Star World, she was shifting uncomfortably. She exchanged regular glances in between and her expressions seemed to suggest she was thoroughly bored.

"I was thinking..." She started and paused for a few seconds .. to think.

Very few things manage to send a chill down my spine than a sentence from Shruti starting with these 3 magical words and more so the pause which follows. The impending suspense sounds to me like a warning bugle signalling that something big is to follow. Sometimes I think she does it on purpose just to have some fun at my plight.

A lazy Saturday evening without any call of crying urgencies from my work-place and pretty much nothing else to do, an atmosphere of eerie silence, a thoughtful pensive wife who had just woken from an afternoon nap; sums up as a potentially dangerous concoction.

"Yes?" I wondered where the conversation was heading, even before it had already started. I hoped it was something within manageable limits of effort, time and money.

" I was thinking, we can do something in the evening today ..like..watch a movie today and eat outside at Narsingh".

I heaved a sigh of relief and nodded my head in the affirmative, quietly admonishing myself on making a huge fuss on something as trivial as a movie and dinner.

Narsingh is the go-to place for all chat items, samosas, dabhelis; juices, snacks of all varieties; choc-a-bloc with fast-food joints. A snack-eaterian's delight, especially for someone from Mumbai who has feasted on them on a regular basis, it teems with a relatively cosmopolitan crowd!

For a first-timer, Nallakunta seems like an sleepy, unheard entity. But with theaters, shopping malls, eateries & restaurants within hitting distance and the Kacheguda railway station closeby, it serves as an important focal point. Rows of independent houses, old & new dot the Nallakunta landscape.
One of them being Shrutis' parents house in Nallakunta, the landmark being 'Fever' Hospital. Powerful irony, isn't it?

As you open the black gate leading to the parking space, one can't help but notice the generous amount of green cover and shade with trees, plants and shrubs of all types which surround the 60-year old, 2-floor independent house. A perfect simulation of a holiday cottage faraway in the woods.

Once you step into the home, the convergence of the traditional and modern just dawns on you. The CCTV cameras which greet you and serve to safeguard the home premises. The old doors with creaky latches. The collapsible grills with multiple Godrej locks. The presence of 2 Wi-Fi networks within the home. The sturdy, old-style teak wood structures. The 2 big HD TVs. The well... The list is endless as the present marries the past.

Shruti spent a considerable amount of her life in the comfy confines of the Nallakunta house which has now come to be referred as the 'ultimate holiday destination'. This, I assumed, was one explanation for her lengthy sleepy patterns at any part of the day.

For Shruti & me, Saturday evenings were the culmination of a hard-fought week in office. In the Nallakunta home, as per custom and by popular demand, such evenings would conclude and be celebrated with a meal/snack ordered from a nearby restaurant or in extreme cases a trip to the restaurant.

"Yes, lets go to Narsingh. Its been a long time since I had pani-puri." I said as we prepared for an evening out.


Saturday, October 25, 2014

Baar Baar Dekho


Location: IIM Trichy
Time: 5:30 am

Like a big mountain, lay a big creature deep in slumber, at times tossing and turning uneasily. The silence of the night was broken in between by sounds which resembled those coming from a 15 HP water pump, which were actually small intervals of rhythmic snores emanating from the creature. Then suddenly like a beast possessed, Dekho half woke up on his bed, still in his sleepy stupor. Without a moment's pause, he investigated his bed and looked to be searching for something very frantically on his bed. After a few minutes of excavating through heaps of bed sheets, covers and pillows that had covered him till then, Dekho finally found what he wanted.
His lungi!
It was a dark blue chequered lungi that had 'slipped away' just like every night, for Dekho was still a novice in draping it. Dekho looked pissed as he gathered the garment. It had become a real nuisance. Poor classes, utterly give-up students, bad syllabus - He had appropriately equipped himself to deal with all of that and better than most other professors. But, betrayal by the lungi - No! It was one issue which he helplessly grappled with despite spending more than a year in the vast IIM Trichy campus.
Dekho got up from his bed, wrapped the lungi around, folding it Tam-style and proceeded to his table. He then played his latest favourite on youtube as his mind flashed back to where it all had begun - His last days on the WIMWI campus in the dorm, a tear rolling down his cheek.


Dekho's last week at WIMWI - Dorm 7th heaven

The fachchas (juniors) and tuchchas (seniors) had taken to Dekho like new-born infants to their caring mother. And true to the title of "Dorm Maa" given to him, he had looked after one and all without bias and discrimination. Being the sole one from the Harrappan times , he would talk to fahcchas about the days that came and went, legends that rose & fell. Very alluring to the fachchas were his impressive story-telling skills that kept them hooked for hours together.

" Wow, today he told us the dorm names of all the seniors who lived in Dorm 7 in the past 10 years. That too with complete CCCF ( Conceptual Clarity and Contextual Familiarity)." beamed a fachcha on the last day. He wanted himself to be named but had a disgusting enough dorm name not to be mentioned.

True that. From the days of yore, Dekho was a man apart. A sense of which you got when you entered the Room 704. A room which seemed more of a cacophony of the following:

- Management books coated with a film of 2 mm of dust,
- A table burdened with xerox copies of finance equations featuring the choicest Greek symbols + gadgets like the Kindle serving the purpose of paper-support.
- Ready to make food.

Talking of food, Dekho's love for food was unparalleled. Be it an unlimited thaali or the midnight buffet at the Marriott, Dekho had beaten zomato at its game. He has moved quite swiftly, sampling (devouring) food at every eatery in Ahmedabad.

" Today Dekho taught us how to extort a treat out of an old tuchcha " screamed a visibly excited fachcha delightfully high on VAT 69, as he held the bottle in a hand and a pizza piece in another.


But today, on the last day of Dekho on campus, the fachchas & tuchchas of Dorm 7 were a sad & forlorn lot. Their despondent and fallen faces said a thousand words. With heavy hearts, they knocked on the closed door of Room 704. After about 11 minutes came a now familiar yawn and then a reply.

" Kya Chahiye tum logon ko ( What the hell do you want?)?"   

" Dekho, we want toothpaste." said one of the fahcchas.

"Nahi hain, Baaju ke dorm se lo (I don't have it, Take it from the  next dorm)" said Dekho

"Dekho, mazak kar rahe the (Just kidding Dekho). Infact we are sad that you will be leaving us."

"Thats ok. Kaam ki baat karo. Where are you guys giving me a treat? Pride or Marriott? said Dekho.

"Treat-veat baad ki baat Dekho. Today's day will be celebrated as Dekho Divas or DD. And DD will be celebrated for years to come in the dorm.


 "Achcha? What are you gonna do in that?" asked a surprised Dekho


"We'll play the latest hit song on loop at least 30 times and lie on the bed doing nothing or gossip about a tuchchi/fachchi."

"Oh, I am impressed! My fachchas I place Dorm 7 and its customs in your able and secure hands before I take leave. Please ensure that they cross all threshholds of give-upness."

Just as Dekho prepared to leave, a visibly emotional fahccha came running to him and asked him with a heavy heart.


"Dekho, you have given us so much. 
Can you please give me back my maggi which I kept in the dorm microwave"






Sunday, August 31, 2014

Being Shahi

The morning of 26th August it was. A special day. No, it wasn't one of those days which warrant a bank holiday. But a personal milestone of sorts. Shruti & me had just completed 6 months of marital bliss. Marriage does change things. For the better, I mean. Shruti had just celebrated the important day by waking up with 4 back-to-back bullet sneezes. She bent her head back and continued nursing her nose which had now acquired a distinct pink tinge from the night-long cold. Not a particularly good moment to wish your better half, I thought.

As we sat down for some tea, I remarked " You wont believe who came in my dream last night?", quietly hoping to lighten the moment a tad bit. As if the suspense accompanying the question was a better cure for her cold than the cetrizine tablet she was going to take.

"Whom did you see?" She asked not-so-enthused.

"Rohan appeared in my dream." I said.

Shruti clutched her forehead. No, it wasn't because of her cold, but her "not-again" reaction to my remark at the mention of her brother's name.

"How many times will Dada (Rohan) come in your dreams. Only Dada comes in your dreams. Not me." She said with a wry smile.

" I guess so. Especially if the dream is about food or cooking" I said, recalling the recent dream which had featured me cooking up scrambled eggs and Rohan making a small appearance to mock me saying "Yeh kya banaake khaa raha hain?" and then making a quick disappearing act.

Truly, his love for good food was giving him frequent guest roles.

Strong & towering in appearance with a well-built frame, long straightened hair, a signature moustache coupled with a trademark unkempt stubble, wearing glasses and with it a distinct swagger -.Rohan could easily pass off as 'Sanju Baba' clone without his trusted companion 'Circuit'.
His intimidating appearance has earned him the title of 'Bhai' among all & sundry and could potentially send any unassuming person scurrying for cover, be it Manipal, Hyderabad or Mumbai. With an air of dynamism and energy about him, many believe that he has been blessed with the gift of 'jugaad', the Midas touch to make things happen.

But besides this rugged aura of his, there is also a classy side to Rohan. His tastes are exotic and ooze Nizamshahi royalty; especially the food habits. Quality good food being an uncompromising weakness of his.

For starters, it is absolutely essential for any food product to have the word 'Shahi' written over it for it to be a possible candidate on his food menu (Shahi Pulao, Shahi badam, Shahi anjeer to name a few). Anything which does not have the 'Shahi' stamp on it does not stand a chance of being counted.

A foodie to the core having sampled many a restaurant, he is a food directory of sorts enough to put even zomato.com to shame. As evidence of his gastronomic desires, his food palate is unconventional (sometimes unIndian) and his description of the recipes could have you licking your lips. Given an opportunity, he can easily strike off the traditional idli-vada-dosa off the Udipi menu and brand the following favorites of his as the national breakfast of the country.
  • Pancakes topped with maple syrup
  • Waffles with maple syrup (His demands for a waffle-making machine unfortunately being shot down)
  • 3 Karachi Bakery/Osmania biscuits and a mug of hot coffee
  • Hot Chocolate laced with mint flavor


" Its not easy. You need to be really classy if you have to get in." I said playfully, referring to the dream.
.
"By the way, What will be there for dinner?" I asked

"Shahi Paneer today" She said as we had a laugh


Friday, April 12, 2013

Getting 'Trip'py - The Goa Trip

Our exams finally ended in the 1st week of March signalling the end of the academic schedule of the PGP programme. A series of 'lasts' filled up the FB space - people ranting about their last exam, the last presentation, the last assignment etc. as they heaved a sigh of relief at having completed the course in one piece. 
Travel plans were on in full spree and herds of WIMWIians were disappearing in different directions. Some of the most preferred destinations being the northern part, the North-east and Goa.

It was Goa for the 5 of us - Menon, Tappu, Natty Boy, Veera and me, as we headed for the sun, sands and water.Although we had our doubts about making it to the station in time for the 9 am train (obviously having Natty in our ranks was not going to help), we did reach in time.

Poker time
The long arduous journey started as we got accustomed to the cool environs of the 3 AC. Very soon the Poker set was out and what followed was numerous hands, countless buy-ins as fortunes fluctuated. The co-passengers looked on with interest as if Vegas had descended on to Indian Railways.
We reached Margao station early morning the next day. 

The fast and the furious - Natty Boy:
One among the numerous hilarious ones of Natty
If ever there was an award for the fastest decision-making club co-ord of a IIM-A student club, Natty boy would surely not make the cut even if he were the only one in the race. One whom even a tortoise could give a run for his money, as most of us had exited the train at Margao with our belongings, we realized that something was amiss. Natty hadnt exited the train and it had started to move towards the shed. Later we realized that Natty was apparently attempting a clean-up job of ensuring that none of our poker chips and cards were left behind in the train. This was to mark the series of many an amusing incident in Goa and subsequently down south in the western ghats. Also, the cap of his was a trusted companion, on occasions the only piece of garment on his body, a sight which left Tappu praying that he rather had been blind.
(Infact, Natty was refused entry by one of the beach shack owners because she thought he was not adequately dressed and that had led to a few foreigners fleeing the shack)

Prime among Natty Boy's early morning actvities was to check his IIM-A mail account, quite studiously, for any mail with the subject "Sangharsh reimbursement ". Umpteen internet hours spread over 4 days, countless phone calls (to Akash Shroff which had made him a popular household name) and many messages later, Natty was still left in the lurch.
If it was not Akash Shroff or Sangharsh, it was Ashwin - the new Niche co-ord, who grabbed Natty's mindshare, since he had been entrusted with the task of managing sponsorship funds (minus the spoils shared by Natty & Tappu).
And if it wasnt either of the above, it was good ol' wikipedia. For, Natty boy's German visa interview was a week away and Natty's romance for German cities, German football clubs and coaches, German beer and cuisine and the Nazis was bordering on fanaticism. We even had mock-visa interviews to simulate the atmosphere at the German Consulate, an attempt in which Natty failed miserably.
Colva - Vellankanni Hotels

So started our hunt for anything and everything cheap and wallet-friendly - the cheapest hotel, the cheapest and value-for-money eateries, the cheapest rentals for car and bike. Being off-season, our negotiation skills were not tested much as the the 2 hotels we stayed in  - First near Colva Beach and subsequently near Anjuna Beach, did not exceed a measly Rs 300 per person.

Anjuna - Poonam resort


The wounded tiger - Gokari
Unfortunately the 'wound' aint visible here
Each day started at 10 am for us except for Gokari (Our companion in the Goa trip who joined us late) who would wake up an hour early to follow a regular wound-dressing ritual like a wounded soldier. Technically it was not a wound, but a minor scratch sustained whle playing in the waters at Varca White-sand Beach. The sight of blood from it freaked him out enough for him to jump out of the water and ask the lifeguard for some first-aid. The lifeguard looked at Gokari as if he has just asked him the history of Goa. We deduced that perhaps this was the first inury in his life thus far. Below is the daily wound-tending sequence followed by Gokari with religious frequency:

Washing with water (10 min) ------  Scrub with Dettol (15 min) -----  Apply Soframycin (5 min) 

---------- Check if quantity is enough by running fingers on wound ----- Not be satisfied with it 

and re-apply more Sofra (5 min) ----- Stick a Band-aid on it and cover it with another band-aid 

to seal it and make it compleetly air-tight

This exercise was repeated a mnimum of 2 times a day. On occasions during the travel, the water was substituted by mineral water much to the agony of onlookers like us.


Khatron ka Khiladi- Tappu

In course of our 4-day Goa tourney, Tappu doubled up as car-driver. An epitome of dare-devilry and adventurism normally associated with Bollywood stuntmen, he would always take the toughest, the least-travelled and the most dangerous route as if it were a mundane experiment for him. A perfect example of this was our trek downward from the top of Vagator fort. Conventional wisdom and straght thinking would have told us to go the same safe way we had come from. But Tappu wasn't going to have any of that. He was hell-bent on taking us along with him on the steep descent downward (which was leading to nowhere), a plan which made Gokari flee for cover citing his still fresh wound. Although we finally made it to the beach in one piece, it was just a sign of what was to come in the later part of our tourney. As evident from the pic above, he is quite adept at striking visionary poses. His valiant attempt to retrieve the bat from the speeding train (completely ignoring Natty boy sitting inside) will be remembered.

The leader - Menon
Danger: Consultant at work
If ever there was any doubt regarding his consultant skills, Menon dispelled those with steadfastness. Armed with a laptop, at the end of each day, he would play with spreadsheets to ensure no one went scot-free in terms of the moolah to be paid. He protected and cradled the love of his life - "His Fast-track Shades", wherever we went. A stickler for good sea-food, he would touch upon each fish-item which existed on the restaurant's menu card while ordering, only to settle for a non-veg thali in the end.



Charlie
Charlie - Veera
Veera played an important role in the group, as the the official butt (along wth Gokari) of most jokes.
He would himself at the receiving end of the obvious "Charlie" remarks. Most of these would be met by him with a timid 'LOL', a sign that he was more internet/chat savy than us. We instantly adopted the chat lingo like lmao, roflmao etc for ease of communicaton with Veera. We would constantly fnd him busy wth his cell phone, occasionally smiling away. At frst we had discounted it as his regular interactions with one/all of the angels. But later did we realize that he was sending promiscuous messages to a guy on campus and that sparks were flying thick and fast.
Veera's alleged hydrophobia ensured that he kept watch on our belongings on the beaches while we were inside the water. Infact one one such occasion on Varca beach, he made himself at home in the lone shack on a bottle-emptying spree to run a huge bill.



Our 4-day intinerary in Goa was as follows:

South Goa:   \
Varca "White Sand" Beach
Day 1: Velankanni resort + A rented car and bikColva
Varca Beach - was a delight to the eyes since it appeared a virgin white sand beach completely uninhabitated by Indians (except for the owners of the lone shack). Firangs where having a ball here and it just did not seem like India.
Palolem Beach - The kayaking in the middle of the sea was a mind-blowing experience, not to mention our numerous failed attempts with the kayal falling over us and we consuming gallons of water in the process.
Enroute to Palolem


Day 2: Same resort and same rented vehicles
     Dudhsagar waterfalls (which included a completely misguided de-tour for me and Menon wherein we came across "Welcome to Karnataka" boards)

Dudhsagar









North Goa:

Day 3: The morning when we checked out and changed 2 buses and a cab to reach the Anjuna Beach road to find a lovely resort-type hotel in the most unlikeliest of places, ust a minute away from the beach. The spic-n-span hotel called Poonam resort with a lovely swimming pool and a restaurant by the poolside and a big spacous room for all of us. Needless to say it was heaven !


We had covered Anjuna , Vagator fort (Where we had a mini-trek to the top of the forts to the much-vaunted Dil Chahtha Hain point. The crazy vagabonds that we were, we choose a much steeper descent which led us down to a shack on the beach directly.)




Day 4: We packed from the hotel and reached Calangute and had our share of water-sport fun.

By late-night we experienced the inevitable - bumped into 2 groups from IIM-A, one on the Calangute beach and the other on the Margao station. No damage was done.

And that night off we were on our way to Mangalore, in Sleeper Class I must add. So began the 2nd part of our exiting journey, down south as we treked in the western Ghats.

Monday, February 04, 2013

Crorepati Sympathy



“ 16 lakhs!! That’s it???”  growled Changu’s father, jumping from his chair like a rebounding spring, as he heard the news of his son’s salary package on joining an unknown Company named GUI Soutions. 

“ Shame on you!! I must be damned that my son will be earning a mere 16 lakhs as a starting salary. Kumar has invited us for his daughter’s marriage reception on the 24th of the month. I will cut a sorry figure before the guests when they come to know that a graduate from IIM-Z earns so less.”

“ But dad…” Changu tried in vain to reason, clutching his Galaxy tight to his ear. His father would not relent.

“ Changu beta, it’s me” His mother had just snatched the phone from his father in the nick of time. There is something about mothers and their expertise in rescue missions.

“I will talk to your father. Don’t worry too much. We will see you soon at the convocation. Bye beta and take care of your health.” Mom was at her consoling best.

Changu’s dad was still blowing hot. She sat beside him and tried soothing him.

“ Suno ji. Please leave it. So what if it is just a 16 lakh salary package.  How mad will you be at him? After all he is our son. I am sure he will do better than this in the coming days and get a decent pay.”

Her words seem to have the desired effect as Changu’s father mellowed down like a spent volcano.

“Its 2016 now. For the past 5 years I have read enough about the salaries of IIM kids not being less than a crore. And here your spoilt ‘saabzaadaa’ comes up with peanuts as pay. Hope the almighty pumps some sense into his head. Is this why we let him go to an IIM?? I don’t know.”
 He said with a resigned sigh, as if someone had just stolen his credit card.

Changu’s father had given up. He was referring to the newspaper daily which had just come up with its annual special of the season - a column dedicated to IIM grads and their pay packages, for the 5th time in a row. Reading it had rendered his morning tea tasteless, especially when seen in light of his son’s ‘mediocre’ placement exploits.

Changu hung up, rather depressed from the call. He remembered the year when had graduated from IIT-Y in 2014. Like many of his star-struck (and dollar-struck) class-mates and 5 lakh other aspirants, he had given the online CAT and aced it to perfection. From among the plethora of coveted IIM calls, he had converted IIM-Z. How happy was he then!

A few months down the line, he realized that things were not as rosy as they seemed or were portrayed. To him it seemed as if he was caught in a whirpool of sorts; everyone was good at everything and most importantly better than him. Amidst all this, he had been fortunate enough to secure a job at the fag end of the placements in a infra company. He cursed himself for having rejected his graduation offer to come to this damned place. But life was without a Ctrl+Z as much as he wished it to be.
A few months later, it was convocation time. Friendship hugs, exchanging promises to be in touch till the last breath and final photography sessions were the flavor of the day for the graduating students. Changu bid a tearful farewell to his friends and proceeded for a full month’s rest before he joined his new workplace.

The evening of 24th – At the wedding reception
It was a simple wedding reception spread over one of the well-lit lawns in city. There was a generous sprinkling of guests, which included Changu’s family.  Changu’s father was at his bonding best.

“So this is your son from the great IIM-Z, is it?. Got placed?” said a man who was artificially beaming. It was a rhetorical question, the one which would serve the purpose of a conversation-starter.

“Yes Khanna-saab, my son. He is already placed with…er..beta, what is the company name?” Changu’s father turned to him.

“ GUI Solutions..’Give-up Infra Solutions’ uncle.”  Said Changu hesitantly.

“Ok good good. (Pauses) Its ok, don’t worry. You can do well and earn well.” said Mr.Khanna with a pat, as if Changu was crying inconsolably. Then he continued.

“By the way, have you heard of Karan’s daughter, she was also in some IIM and now earns about 40 lakhs. She works for a bank he said. The girls earn a lot these days.

Changu’s father shot a scornful “You loser” look at Changu, hell-bent on giving him a sharp dressing down later.

After the dinner, on the way back, Changu and his father had a quick one-n-one.

Father: “ Saw that? You should see and learn. She got a finance job and not some cheap infra thing. Its time that you grew up, earned and took responsibility”.
Changu instantly felt like a 5th grade kid being taken apart by his father for an abysmal report card. 

Changu: “Dad. You do not know much about the placement process and the companies. And anyways most of them want girls and are focused on it.”

Father: “I know everything. You must have fallen in bad company while in college. Do not give excuses to cover up for your incompetence. That girl got admission into 1 among the top 3 IIMs in country. I saw the rankings of the college in the same paper which has the 1 crore news.”

Changu: (rebelling silently) “That’s because she is a girl. She gets extra points for being one. I never got any for being a guy. All I get is taunts”

Father: “Enough!! No need to whine like a sexist loser. When someone is doing better than you, you should acknowledge, learn & improve and not badmouth people, especially the girls. It’s your mother’s mistake, I always wanted a girl and then you happened. They do much better than you boys do, like in the board exams.”

Changu realized that the conversation had the potential of being a all-nighter unless he stopped responding to his father.
 He looked away with a slight smile, quite amused at the final comment, a rather loose one referred to the board exams.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

CPeaking & WIMWI

Hi all,

Please find below the link to my article for an MBA site.
A humorous take on the famed class participation process @ WIMWI.

CPeaking & WIMWI

Happy reading!

Regards

Vish