Right next to her

It must be the effect of watching all those movies, that the first thing I do when I go on a journey alone is to check who my neighbour is - my neighbour as in the person with whom I'm to spent the next few hours with. And everytime, I would wish that the said person would be of the female variety, of an appropriate age, so that I can work my "flirting" skills on her.

In the past three years, the only place I had to go to was home, and since it is quite far away, I had to use the air transport to get there. And in flights, you are placed in a row of 6, split in the middle by an aisle- like you would find in any normal bus. But alas, I had the worst luck in flights, when it came to having a neighbour of my preference. Let me give you an instance depicting my luck in one such journey.

I had been given the middle seat in row 10. As I approached what would be that row, I viewed in disbelief the two women (of European descent!!!) sitting on both sides of that seat. I was so convinced of my bad luck, that I went ahead and sat in the row behind them, thinking that there is no way they were sitting in row 10. After five minutes, the real occupant of the middle seat in row 11 came and evicted me from that seat. And as you can expect, I went and sat in the middle seat of row 10, in between two gorgeous ladies. I couldn't believe my luck.

And by the time, I started believing in my luck, we had landed.

You see, in the 25 odd flights that I've taken  in a period of 3 years, I never ever had the company of a lady. That's the reason why I had so much trouble in believing my good luck

The only other instance of such a situation was when I was on my way back here to Delhi two weeks before. I was waiting in line to check in at the airport, when my ken fell on this beautiful entity. Without speaking a word, heck without even sharing a glance, I knew she had it. She wouldn't make many heads turn, but she had this character that I love in a woman. And at that moment, there was only one wish in my heart.

"God!! Please let her sit right next to me."

And an hour after I started making that wish, you would find me entering the aircraft, making my way to the window seat in row 12. But this time, my eyes were not scanning for the seat numbers, but for her. And I saw her seated at the middle seat, right about at the place where row 12 should be. I couldn't believe my luck, and thanked GOD for doing this for me.

I reached row 12, I kept my bag in the overhead cabin, went past my neighbour in the middle seat, and placed myself in the window seat - with a big frown on my face.

She was in row 11. And by the time the flight took off, she moved to the window seat in that row - right in front of me.

I guess, I should have been more explicit in my prayer. The one above and the lady luck had used the loophole in my earlier prayer to place me right next to her, without actually giving any chance of making contact. I should have wished, "God!! Please let her sit right next to me, in the same row."

Considering that, in that prayer, he could place us in the same row at the seats either side of the aisle, I should have been more specific.

"GOD!! Please let me sit in Seat 12A and she in 12B in the flight no. 6E-316."

I'm pretty sure that, with my luck, there could be a loophole in that statement too.

The last I saw of her was she walking away with the trolley bag, into the night in this capital city. I don't know her name, I don't remember her face; but more importantly, and most probably, she doesn't even know that I exist.

AWKWARD

Now, who among us have been lucky enough to get through a day without a single awkward moment?? It's an essential part of your daily life, which rears its unwelcome head in a variety of ways, and mostly, when you think things couldn't get any worse..

So, here's three of the more awkward moments I've been through or have heard of.. Hope you take in both the humor and the lessons from them..

1) The Metro Incident

There is (or was) a Malayali Restaurant in Dwaraka, some 15 km from Delhi. And in the first year of my "vanavasam" (the 14 years of forest exile, which was given to Rama) at Delhi, I would make the 2 hour journey from my place in Gurgaon to that place. And the incident that I'm talking about on the very first journey I made over there.

I was in the Noida-Dwaraka Line of the New Delhi Metro Rail, travelling in it for the first time. With my two best buddies, and a friend of one of them as our guide, we were undertaking the last lap of our journey to eat morsel after morsel of that sweet homely food.

But fate was against us. It had to make the last lap as tough as possible, and so we had to adjust ourselves in a tightly packed coach. We had already traveled 1 hour on another metro, standing throughout that journey. So, we ended up cursing our luck for putting us through this ordeal for another hour.

What we didn't know was that the lady luck had other plans for us. At some stop, I don't remember which, almost the entire train got out. But then again, only one seat opened up near where we stood. You had to be quick enough to claim that, but I did eventually manage to fend off the vested interest of my friends in that seat, and made it my own.

And just as I got settled in my seat, in walks one of the most beautiful creatures I have ever seen in my life. And, then again, as my luck would have it, she stood in one corner, such that I couldn't see her as I was vertically challenged right then. But my three friends, who were not so challenged, had full, unrestricted view to that angel of eternal beauty.

This was the cue for me to try and get up. Since I had made quite a scene of getting the seat, I couldn't just let the seat go, without arising suspicions from my fellow travelers (ya, I'm that paranoid/crazy). So, I had to give up the seat for one of these three monkeys, and make myself out to be the good guy here. But my friends had lost all interest in the seat, and were adamant that I should enjoy the seat for myself, while they enjoyed something entirely else.

I looked around the metro for any other sort of reason to get up. "Where were the senior citizens, pregnant ladies or women with babies in their hand, when you need one??" was the marquee running through my mind.

Still undeterred, I repeated my pleas to my friends to take the seat, and give me the chance to watch her. It fell on deaf ears, and stone-cold hearts.

Time passed, and another metro stop came up. One gentleman who was standing near us, came up to us as he was leaving and said, "Ningalkku onnu avanae nilkkan samathikyam aayirunu." (You could have let him stand up)

That's right. I was making all those requests to my friends in Malayalam (so that the gal wouldn't understand), and this Malayali gentleman was happily lapping up the sight of my plight, and put an end to my misery with this above dialogue.

Later, we came to know that Dwaraka and Noida had a substantially large Malayali population, and hence, the metro line between them was a danger zone for us.

Needless to say, we never talk when we get in the Noida-Dwaraka line. Sign language works just fine, and without all these awkward moments.

Side note : Irrespective of that humiliating incident, the food was heavenly, and my appetite did justice to what was served.

2) The HOUSE-FUL phenomenan

First, a little bit of trivia. If you spend about 10-15 minutes everyday at the office in the bathroom, by the end of the year, you would have had about 7-8 working days worth of personal time at office, which no one can hold you accountable for.. Smart, ain't it??

Well, let me start the story by saying that this happened to a friend. I swear, it was not me.

The thing is, this friend of mine at office, Mr.A, has a very weak digestive system. This essentially means that he'll be seen running to the bathroom almost every other hour.

The layout of our bathrooms is that there are three toilets on one side, and urinals on the other.

Well, this incident happened before I came to know about his "disease".

I was freshening up one afternoon, when in walks Mr.A. He's apparently in great hurry, and moves to door A, and tries to open it. Closed.

A little tensed, he moves to door B. Also closed.

Now, it was the make or break moment. He casts a loose glance at me to see if I was noticing. I was actually enjoying the bathroom version of that game show, where you choose doors.

Mr.A walks up to door C, keeps his hand on the lever, and turns it. No luck, it was closed as well.

He then turns around, gives me this half sheepish, half ashamed kind of smile, and runs out of the bathroom.

The next I heard was that he was seen in the next floor's bathroom. :D

3) Employee of the Month

Well, I got one more story about Mr.A. And I guess you would have guessed what has happened from the title and his "disease". Well, I ain't gonna explain. This is not an engineering college for me to spoon feed you everything. This is my blog, and if you can't get an idea of what happened, well, ask me. I'll write about it sometime else.

It's 1.30am, and I guess I should head off to my dream land, where there are no awkward moments.

P.S. I'm writing something (or anything for that matter) after some 6 months. If you have had it in you to read it till here, I thank you for humoring me. Thanks a lot matey.. :)

one call

** Warning: This story has a sad ending. So, if you are a weakheart like me, I would request you to not proceed further. It has taken me two weeks of preparation to just right this **

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“So, you phone can make outgoing calls.” She said as she answered the phone, after what seemed to an eternity of ringing. But I was cautious as not to impose my urgency as I started chatting with her.

“Well, you are the one who always asks me to do something different.”

“Oh. So, is this call because you have finally decided to heed my words??”

“Let’s not get into that.”

“You never want to listen to what I want to say. Well, leave it then. So, why did you call? There must be some reason.”

“Nope, nothing. I just felt like talking to you, and ask about how things are over there.””

“It’s the same as it was when I called you this morning. Everyone’s good.”

“Well, that’s great. I hope it continues to be same.”

“Why the sudden urge to ask such questions and make such philosophical comments?”

“Nothing at all. It was just conversation filler.”

“Hmmm.”

“Well, I got some work to do. Talk to you later.”

“Ok bye. Don’t work too much. Take care of your health.”

Stifling an ironic smile, I replied “Always. Love ya. Bye.”

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After cutting the call, I laid down on my bed. The same bed, where it happened a few minutes before. I had thought that wasting a Saturday at home would be the better option, instead of going to the mall with friends, while my roomies went for their weekly Saturday overtime. But it all went wrong when I felt a bite on my ankle and a sharp pain searing up through my legs.

As we hadn’t had time to buy cots since moving into this flat some 5 months before, we have our mattresses on the floor. And somehow or the other, a snake had found its way into my room, and it bit me as I lay there enjoying a movie.

My knee jerk action was enough for it to slither away into the hole from which it came, but it had done its damage. I called the security of my flat, and asked him to send help, someone to carry me away.

I didn’t know what to do, after I made that call. I was thinking of why the snake bit me, how it got in, and how the hell a snake was able to make its way up to the 9th floor of this building. But it all seemed trivial now. I just accepted the fact that I might be on the verge of death, and if I had to do something, what would it be.

Her face was the only thing that came to me. That’s why I made that last call. And now as I lay there, I decided to send a message to her as well.

I can now hear the security outside my house. Oh Shit!! I had left it locked. How will he be able to get in? I can’t get up in this condition. I just can’t feel my legs. And I’m feeling drowsy.

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And as the thuds and kicks on the door grew louder, Arjun looked up. All he was able to see was the blurred vision of the family enjoying a picnic on the laptop screen. As he slowly drifted into unconsciousness, he thought to himself, “I wonder if they will live happily ever after. I hope they will”

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Beep. Beep.

Some 2000 miles away, Kavita picked up her phone. She read the message, and called out to her husband.

“Hear what your engineer son has to say. ‘I love you Mom and Dad. You have always done the best for me. And tell, Karan to study and to be able enough to support you people.’ First a call, and now this. Something is definitely wrong with that boy today.”

My Paranoid Friend - Fine Print

"Bhaiyya... Ye kaun sa gadi hai??"

The fluency of his Hindi, or actually, the lack of it did nothing to hide the fact that Anush was not a versatile speaker in his adopted language. For a guy brought up in South India, all the Hindi he had to speak in active life was when he had to help some hapless tourist in his hometown with some directions.

Of course, being a product of the Kendriya Vidyalaya family stood him in good stead. Because 10 years of mugging up for the Hindi exams made sure that he could fit in with the crowd easily, when he had to go north in pursuit of his career.

Right now, he was returning to his "new" hometown, Gurgaon, after a three day weekend trip. Even though it was considerably far, he had his reasons to go. I could never understand his illogical antics, nor could any of his other friends. Despite this, he was good of heart, and that endeared me to this fella. And it was public secret that I always referred to him as "My Paranoid friend".

Many say he was inspired from Ghajini, but I remember seeing him trimmed up top even before that, with hair so scant, that you will think that he left them there just to let us know that he aint bald. But being a lanky figure with no 6 packs, he didn’t intimidate people with his "style" like Aamir or Surya did in Ghajini.

Going back to the origins of the said train journey, I remember him saying that he had got held up on his way to the station. Feeling that the sights along the roadside were way too good to be not framed by his new camera, he decided to walk to the station. He set out two hours before the train's due arrival at the station 2km away, but he was so caught up with taking pictures on the way that he arrived with time to just enquire which platform his train was at.

The person at the counter, Hafez had just put in his mouth his daily quota of betel leaves. His doctor had told him to cut his daily consumption, after a false scare, when he wrongly diagnosed with throat cancer. Hafez dropped taking it at first due to the scare he received, but as time wore on, he made a pact with God, that he would have it just once every day. He just couldn’t kill off his addiction.

Anyways, standing before him now was a young man, very much like his own son, trying to get back to his place. Hafez knew Anush had missed the last announcement for that train, but he didn’t want to miss his five minutes in heaven. So he just pointed him onto a train leaving the station.

Clutching the general class ticket he had had the brains to take the day before, he jumped onto the moving wagon, and found himself in the company of some fellow ticketless travellers. Wanting to confirm that the betel-chewing monster at the desk hadn’t tricked him onto the wrong train, he sought the company of this “nearing-30, but still trying to look like a dude” dude, with “Bhaiyya... Ye kaun sa gadi hai??"

“Tumko kahan jaana hai?”
“Dilli”
“Ticket hai?”
“General”
“Tho yahan kahin bhayt jao. Subah hoti hi dilli paunch jaagoge”

The “yahan kahin” that the dude referred to was the “vast” space between the cabins and toilet of the coach. Though already filled up with a varied assortment of bags and people, Anush made some space for himself, and sat in front of the wash basin.

And then started the non-stop ranting from the dude. I call him “the dude”, because for some reason Anush and the dude didn’t ask each other’s names. The norm of exchanging pleasantries, which is common everywhere else, loses its significance in lonely long travels, when the main thing the solo traveller requires is a person to talk to.

Anush was more than happy to have someone for company, because he hadn’t had anyone to talk to for the past two days. But like I said, most of the talking was by the dude, with Anush only allowed to talk when questioned. But on hearing that Anush was a junior level employee at a big company, who makes as much money as the dude does after 8 years of working, the dude goes into hyper drive, trying to prove a point, that the dude is way better than Anush.

“You know, I had got an offer when I was at dilli. This friend of mine had a friend, who on seeing my marketing skills, asked me to come join his company. He offered me 6 lakhs per month, a flat in east Delhi and a brand new four wheeler of minimum 8 lakhs. But I said no. These people offer these things, give you half of what they offer and make you stay for 5-8 years at the same place. And you gotta work like a slave to them.”

“I don’t like that. I want freedom. That’s why I chose this job. Yes, it pays less and it’s far away from home, but it gives me the freedom I need. Just last week, I barged into the room of my Area Manager and told him to make a decision about...”

Anush doesn’t actually remember what topic the dude discussed with his boss in such pompous fashion. He was actually trying to figure out what was the meaning of the dude’s t-shirt. It had the view of a city at sunset, with five skyscrapers. The one in the middle was the tallest one, with others decreasing in height symmetrically. And to add to the confusion, there was a letter “U” at the bottom of all this. Maybe, some new brand.

“… and so I told him that I will work when I want to work, and not any time else.” Anush had forgotten all about the monotonous talk that was going on beside him. “You should have seen his face. That fool with an MBA, only God knows from where he got it, wanted to kill me, but he couldn’t because I am the best he has in marketing. I just gave him my leave application and left.”

“Sitaphal… Meeta Sitaphal”, came the cry of a hawker from somewhere inside the train. “Say, would you like some sitaphal?? You must try it. It’s good for your body and health.” Saying so, the dude flagged down the passing hawker and asked him the price.
“Teen ka beez.”
“Arae yaar.. Paanch de de”

And after some shrewd wordplay, the dude was able to get five sitaphal at 20 rupees. Maybe, he wasn’t lying the whole time after all. Maybe he really is a good marketer like he said. As Anush was thinking over these lines, he was offered a sitaphal by a smiling dude.

Even though Anush tried to decline the offer, dude was persistent, and Anush had to accept it. Anush got up to wash the fruit, and that’s when his eyes fell on a poster above the wash basin. He sat down and began to read it. It was the usual poster you see in the coaches, saying “Passengers shouldn’t accept food from strangers, while travelling, as it might be drugged.” There was some fine print there too, but he couldn’t read it from where he was sitting.

As he bit into the sweet juicy flesh of the fruit, Anush thought about the futility of such messages. Now, who in their right minds would do such a thing? With so many instances of robbery on train committed using this MO, Anush was sure that nobody would fall for this trick. And that’s when it struck him.

He was doing exactly what the poster asked him not to do. And now, it was his paranoid mind which went into hyper drive.
Maybe the dude had planted himself there to get hapless people like him. Maybe the hawker was his accomplice, who came at the right time to sell the sitaphal. And didn’t he notice a prolonged eye contact when the hawker gave him the last fruit, the one dude gave him right now.
Such and more thoughts on this line whirred around his almost-bald head, until it struck him.
“Oh My God!!! I’m gonna get robbed.”

Anush hastily faked biting into a bad core, said a few curses out loud at the fruit, and threw it out the window. Dude offered him one more, but Anush, wisely refused it. As the baritone from the dude continued, Anush was thinking of how he could escape. And he was suddenly feeling sleepy. Even though he kept assuring himself that the cause for this was two days of sleeplessness and not a drugged fruit, he decided he could risk sitting there much longer.

Anush stood up. He had a confirmed ticket from the next station to dilli, and he just had to hitch a ride in this sleeper coach only till there. He told this to the dude, and said he was gonna go to his seat, as the next station was coming up soon. The dude was sad on hearing this, and asked Anush to keep him company a little while longer, but Anush was able to get himself loose from the dude’s grip.

Cursing his bad luck, Anush made his way to his coach. The walking was what he needed to lose his drowsiness, and he felt quite energetic as he reached his seat, just as the train reached the next station. The people who were sitting there got down at that station. Now, he didn’t have worry about travelling without a ticket. He jumped onto to his seat, and waited for his co-passengers to arrive. It was a family of four - father, mother and two kids.

He talked with the family for a few minutes, just out of basic courtesy. But the children took a liking to him, and he had to put off sleeping for an hour or so, as he played with kids. The mother called in the kids to give them some snacks, and Anush told them he was gonna sleep for a while, and that he would play with them later.

As he was getting himself ready for sleeping, the mother called out to him and asked him if he wanted some of the snacks. He refused, but she was persuasive, and the kids said they will eat only if he too ate it. Seeing the kid’s love for him, he couldn’t say no, and partook in their pre-lunch snacking.

And after that mini-meal, he set himself at the window seat, looking out at the passing scenery. The gentle rocking of the train, coupled with the cool breeze on his face was enough for him to lose his guard, and as he was lullabied into the ever-waiting sleep, he opened his eyes one more time, and it fell on the same poster he had seen earlier. It was stuck right opposite him on the wall, and now he could read the fine print.

"These miscreants are known to pose as a family, to catch the passengers off guard"

Meenutti

"Meenutti"

Calling her name out loud, Devi went upto her three year old angel, who was presently engaged in digging up something from in between the seats. They had been travelling for over 6 hours, and she couldn't blame Meenu, if the little one acted out like this.

"Ammaaaaaa", Meenu wailed as she was pulled away from her excavation spot. A mother is never supposed to get tired of her child's wailing, but once in a while, all mothers would have wished that the child didnt cry, atleast this once. But not for Devi. She just smiled and hugged Meenutti. And you can easily understand why.

The doctors werent able to actually say what disease it was, but some problem inside Meenutti prevented her from speaking. Whether this problem was physical or mental, nobody knew. Even after hundreds of diagnosis by a qualified array of specialist doctors, the advances of Medical sciences had to bow its head against the play of nature. All it could find out was that Meenutti could understand whatever was said to her, but she couldnt (or wouldnt) give a reply.

It has always been the case, that as long as everything is going fine, man forgets God, but as soon as an insurmountable force stands in his way, he falls at God's feet. The casually devout couple of Suresh & Devi were now spending day after day in temples across the country, pleading with God for letting them hear their child's voice. They were going around bartering; his hair, her ornaments, money, etc for Meenutti's voice.

But no matter how much you are ready to give, unless the right time comes for you to give the right amount, you dont get what you have asked for in return. In their case, it was a local Ayurveda doctor, who told them about Sai Baba of Shirdi.

And that was where they went three days ago. With plenty of hope, they visited the shrine, prayed at the feet of the marble statue of Sai Baba, asked from him a miracle, to make their child talk. They stayed for two whole days; did all sorts of things which was due there, but still Meenutti didnt say anything. And cursing their fates, and wondering if the activities they indulged in their past lives were so bad, Suresh and Devi left Shirdi, with Meenutti.

Meenutti was, as usual, oblivious of what was happening around her. She just wanted to have a Milkybar, but her parents wouldnt buy her one. They had been instructed by the doctors that Meenutti should take no milk in her diet, because of a medicine she was taking.

When Meenutti saw the man with the red hat, selling Milkybar on the train, she started pointing in his direction, and jumping on her feet. In order to keep her quiet Suresh said, "We have no money for milkybar right now." After making a fuss of it for some more time by running around in their little cabin, knocking down water bottles and any stuff she could find, Meenutti settled down in the window, and didnt heed the calls of her parents.

It was at this moment that an old lady, with Sai Baba's photo on a thalli came into their cabin, asking for alms in the name of Baba. Suresh started searching his pocket for some change, but could find only a ten rupee note. Someone who was travelling with them, told that this is common in these parts, and that they shouldnt encourage these people.

Devi felt compassionate to the old lady, and she pressed Suresh to give the ten rupee note. And so, praying to Sai Baba, they put it in front of his photo. From the corner, Meenutti, who was observing the proceedings, thought this was too much. She had been denied her Milkybar for months now, and now her parents were starting to lie to her.

"You have money to give to that old lady you just met, but you dont have money to buy a Milkybar for your own child."

Meenutti couldnt grasp the situation, but Suresh and Devi were in seventh heaven on hearing that complaint from their child. She had talked finally. They thanked the old lady for coming into their cabin, gave her a lot more money, and thanked her again.

But the thing was Meenutti wouldnt speak again. She was still angry with her parents for not buying her that Milkybar, and she just ignored them. And they left her to her own means till they could take her to the doctors agian, and that was how she was excavating something shiny from between the seats.

And so, while picking up Meenutti from there, when she cried out "Ammaaaa", you can see why Devi hugged her, and cried. It was already three years, but that was when she really became a mother, when her child called her "Amma".