Growing up

It hard to convince people I'm still growing. At six foot one, any further physical growth would be an inconvenience to say the least. My age, as a number, has been on a continual upward trajectory since I care to remember - so there is nothing special to mention about it; other than the fact that I'm not laughing at the turning thirty jokes that much these days.

As you make the journey from a child to an adult, there will always be a part which doesn't grow up. It'll be carefully hidden under the mask of maturity, but it will still be there - an oasis of childishness in the barrenness of adulthood. And God knows we need that part. If I've learned anything over a decade of being an legal adult, it's that the world as a whole needs more childish fervour.

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Do you know how hard it is to smile at a complete stranger?? I've always found it hard to muster the courage to do so. A thousand thoughts will run through my mind - the least of which is what will that person think of me. But a good 18 months into the service industry, where I'm paid to help complete strangers, I've learned to smile at them confidently. And it has done good to them, it has been good for me.

The awkward part of any conversation with a stranger is the beginning. And that's when you need an ice-breaker. And the best way to do that is to smile.

So, you might want to know how I gathered the courage to smile at strangers with no nagging thoughts in my mind. Well, it had nothing to do with courage. For the first three seconds I meet a new person, I think of him/her as a child. And you don't need courage to smile at a child. But within those three seconds, a more comfortable ambience will be created, which will lead to a more fruitful conversation.

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It's in little ways like this that I feel I've grown over the past 18 months. I've been able to challenge myself and what I always thought I was. The only negative of all this was that I couldn't find it in me to continue challenging myself as a writer. But that's the hardest part of growing up I guess - sacrificing - the realization that you can't have it all.

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Before I leave you, I've two snippets to share.

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ONE

From a post I saw on Facebook - "Always smile at a little child, for it strengthens it's belief that the world is good."

Maybe this has something to do with the smiling at strangers thing.

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TWO

Growing up to be an adult doesn't mean showing uncalled maturity, harvesting ego and making decisions to suit your end. Growing up means showing compassion, letting go of ego and helping others at your cost. If we can all learn that, the world will be better place

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There might be an obvious incoherence in this prose, which let me assure you was purely unintentional. Even if people try to convince you that it is just like riding a bike - that it'll come back to you once you start again, you should realize it is not so. There's always going to be few wobbles.

Keeping the Change (5 things - Week 111)

Prologue:

Last post in this series was on 27-06-2015. That was almost weekly for more than two years. This one will hopefully be published on 01-11-2015. I can't guarantee it now, as I have only just started typing this out. Let's see where this takes us.

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I can blame my absence here on a lot of things - the faulty keyboard of my laptop, which ignores many of my touches; the fact that I got married and that the responsibilities and the fun have had me distracted enough to be in a different world altogether; the closer to truth reason would be the 6 days a week of working in a service sector; or a combination of one and all.

What I used to write about were things which amused me, which surprised me - which would eventually make me think about how I would describe it - the thing or the experience - to another person. Lately, even though I still do get my fair share of amusement and surprises, the time I require to think - I prefer calling the process 'idea rumination' - has been missing. This past week or so, I carved out time from doing other stuff to do the 'idea rumination'. And the result is now before you.

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1. When would you feel proud and happy on seeing a bill of Rs.1562/-??

I found out when I would last week. The venue was the nearby supermarket and the occasion was the monthly grocery purchase. Till I was 10 or so, I used to accompany my parents for our monthly grocery purchase. Once it became hard to fit me, my brother, our parents and the ration into one two wheeler, I was the one who had to make way. And from that day, I wanted to do my own shopping.

And on the said day, as I watched the cashier take my ATM card for making the payment, I realized that I was doing my own shopping. Being part of the spoon fed generation, it takes moments like these for one to realize that he/she has grown up to what he/she always wanted to be - a grown up.

2. A lot can be said by the way you spend 100 rupees.

There was a time, some 4 years back, when I would walk to the store near our flat in Gurgaon. Then I would purchase, one packet Lays, one packet Haldirams Masala Peanuts, one Dairy Milk and one bottle of Coco Cola - all amounting to a hundred rupees. And these would be accompaniments with which I would sit down to watch the weekend football action.

Yesterday, I brought 5kg of orange for a hundred rupees. How time changes a man.

3. Wholesale or Retail

Continuing with the oranges story, it was written at the shop that Rs.100 could buy you 5 kg of Orange. So, I gave him 60 rupees and asked him to give me just 3kgs. He asked for Rs.15 more. He then went on to give me the existing rates at the shop, both retail and wholesale.

1kg - Rs.30

2kg - Rs.50

3kg - Rs.75

5kg - Rs.100

Interestingly, he refused to sell 4kg of orange. He must have some serious beef with the number 4.

4. Of Biriyanis, Momos, Shawarmas and ChiPoCus.

First of all, let me apply for a bail - I am not a foodie in any sense of it. So, my perception of food and its taste might not agree with the general opinion.

a. First up is Biriyanis. No biriyani like Hyderabadi Biriyani, and no place to have a biriyani like Hyderabad. Other than the usual goto places like Paradise, we also visited one restaurant called Dine Hill at Banjara Hills. Whatever you order will be provided in one big plate and everyone has to eat from it. They said it's the custom of the Mughals. Not recommended if you are a hygiene freak.

b. Momos occupy a soft spot in my tummy. In Gurgaon, we used to visit the local momo shop after a day's work, and would have a plate having 10 Momos, and an egg roll for 50 bucks. Here in Kochi, 5 Momos costs you a hundred bucks without the taste or appeal. Well, that was the case until we found BIG FAT MOMOS. They serve you a 10 piece delicious Momo dish with delicious accompaniments for Rs.90. And the service is endearing.

c. Shawarmas were the rage in Thiruvananthapuram, until one innocent man fell prey to cheap tactics used by some restaurant. They had used spoiled meat pieces, the person got food poisoning, he was traveling - and a host of other factors combined to result in death. The immediate effect was a total informal ban on Shawarmas in the city. After about 3 years, they are slowly making their way back in the city. And in Kochi, we have found SLICE OF SPICE, who make one of the best plate shawarmas in town - it's both delicious and filling.

d. Now, ChiPoCu is not a well known dish. That's because it was invented by my wifey to sate my peculiar taste preferences. ChiPoCu is Chilly Potato Cubes. Even though the concept and execution is simple, I am yet to find anything as tasty as that.

5. Opinions

Talking of my opinions, I wrote this piece on May 16th, 2014 - soon after the national election results were declared. I had mentioned in the post that the new government has a set of problems that it has to tackle, and a section of the society that it has to convince. 534 days later, earlier today, I took a second read of the same, and have drawn up my own verdict. I would like to know yours.

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With the declaration of 2nd and 4th Saturday as holidays for bank, my argument that I don't have a 5 day week like before has lost half of it's credibility. And I don't know if this piece is the restart, or just another blip on the cardiometer for the observers to realize that this blog hasn't given up it's ghost yet. We'll find out in the coming weeks. 

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So, that's all for this week then.

Have a great weekend!!

'til next week.

The Special One

The following was part of a real conversation between a husband and wife.

Husband :

"You know what?? If we were a normal couples, the other person would make the birthday celebrating person feel special on that day. Let's start a new trend. The birthday celebrating person will make the other person feel special."

Wife :

"Okay"

Husband :

"This is a big change. So we'll phase it in. We'll try this for the first half of the year and revert back for the second half."

Wife :

"Okay. But my birthday is in August and and yours is in December - both in the second half. How's this plan going to work then?"

Husband  :

"Who said anything about calendar years woman? I'm a Banker now. Everything's based on financial years."

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Let me just confirm that this conversation took place between a husband and his very own wife. And even though the wife was cutting vegetables, the husband escaped unscarred - well mostly unscarred.

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It's things like these that make me realize that we are special - not the royalty kind of special, the mentally challenged kind of special.

I often wonder at our ability to be at the same level of maturity, no matter what is being discussed - what to have for breakfast, or whether we'll love each other the same 50 years from now, or what should be the maximum number of farts a spouse can be exposed to in a day. Remember, I said same level of maturity, not high.

She celebrates her birthday tomorrow. And I've been repeatedly goofing up my plans for the day. All the gifts I could think of buying for her are unavailable, non financable, or inappropriate. Tried to buy a Shuffle for her, the Apple store were out of stock. A vehicular purchase is putting a credit crunch on the acquisition of glittering items. And don't get me started on the inappropriate plans.

So what do I have planned for tonight?? I won't divulge it here for sure. Maybe she will be moved to write something about how - ummm.. for the want of a better word - "happening" her birthday was this time around.

Talking about writing over here, I haven't written anything for the better part of two months now. And it just wasn't the lack of time or content this time. It was the lack of need. When I started blogging continuously two years ago, my friends always remarked that my BLOGGER personality was very different from my real personality. And since I always felt like releasing some sort of pent up feelings on these virtual pages, I knew they were right. I was being who I really was here.

Now, I need not do that. As the lyrics of one of my favorite song goes,

You're the only one I'm dreaming of
You see, I can be myself now finally
In fact there's nothing I can't be
I want the world to see you'll be with me

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMMUTTI !!!

For BETTER or for WORSE (5 things - Week 110)

As was said unspoken on 21st of March, 2014...

I, Harisankar S A, take you, Sreerenjini Menon, to be my lawfully wedded(husband/wife), to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.

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1.

I guess the reason why people say/think/write something similar during their wedding is for moments like these. She has been down with viral fever since yesterday. And while taking care of her, I have gotten a case of I'm-not-going-to-tell-you-what-I-got. For worse, huh?? She is unsure about me being sick though - at most, she's ready to give it a label of sympathetic, I call it symbiotic.

And so here we are. Us, the bed-ridden couple, watching our significantly important weekend plans get postponed by a combination of disease, and disease combating medical drugs.

The weekend plans were pretty straight forward - grab most of what we can from here and shift ourselves to Kochi - the business capital of Kerala. Yup, that's right - yours truly is shifting his base for the near future to Cochin. The city of Ernakulam is going to be blessed with a consistent footfall of me. 

That's three names for the same city, and I was thinking Thiruvananthapuram and Trivandrum is driving me crazy.

2. 

In case you want a game to get addicted to, I would recommend the 1010!. You can get it downloaded for your android phone here. 

The rules are like tetris, but instead of lego blocks falling down from the sky for you to arrange and pack off, you are given pieces three each every turn to fill out a 10 x 10 area till you can't fix the next piece in there. I hope you didn't understand that, because I sure didn't. But it's addicting I tell you.

3.

Have I told you the story about how I got so tall?? That's because I used to hang for long from a swing bar that was there in my cousin's house. True story.

Have I told you the story about why I stand straight almost always - after a really old painter, who was painting my neighbour's wall called me over when I was coming back from school, and advised me to stand tall always - so that I could show the world that I'm confident?? Well, that was the story.

4.

Have you looked for signs?? I have. When I unsure about doing something, I always look for signs. For example, there's this 'Naagar' [serpent king] idol kept for worship in our temple. I used to circumambulate the said idol (walk in a circle around a temple, idol, etc. in the clockwise direction). But then, I overheard someone saying that doing so is not good. But I just couldn't stop a habit. So, I decided that I would wait for a sign.

The very next [early] morning, we had an early train to catch - so we went to the temple around 5.30. And as I was to go around the idol, she asked me not to. Of course, she was saying that because doing that before sunrise isn't as per scripture, but that was a sign good enough for me.

5.

Have you looked for signs?? Well, I'm sick and tired and fed up and nauseous. I don't know whether it is an inconsequential burp or a at my mouth, and I don't even want to think about what's happening at the other end. That's as good as a sign to let me know that I should be resting. Hence,  I'm stopping.

And here's a sign to help you evacuate the premises.

Thank you for visiting.

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So, that's all for this week then.

Have a great weekend!!

'til next week.

LUCKY ME (5 things - Week 109)

I guess there is no continuing the recent past trend of holding our conversations in this fortnightly, story telling format for the present future.

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1. THE BULL'S EYE

Bull's eye is a pretty simple concept - how accurately can you hit a target. And I'm about to tell you how good of a, um sharp shooter I am. But the kind of target hitting I intend to pursue doesn't include shooting any ballistic projectiles. It has more to do with hitting a car with a bike.

Suppose you are coming along a highway like road at 60kmph - not too fast, but not too slow either. You see an Innova taking a U turn from the opposite side, coming on to your road. As is the case of many such on road interactions, a split second communication takes place between the two drivers - a dialogue which mostly doesn't use words. The message from the opposite driver is deciphered by how he sets the path for his vehicle.

In this case, the Innova driver showed intend to do a U turn, and you made it clear that you are going to move forward, keeping the same speed. At this moment, the car in front of you decides to slow down and stop right at the intersection. And the Innova guy decides to take a full right turn instead of the U. What happens it that the road in front of you is completely blocked - to the left by the stopped car, to the right by the waylaying Innova.

What do you do??

Let me help you. You proceed on your path, altering just enough to make sure that you hit the middle of the front wheel of the perpendicularly laying Innova. And let me assure you that it works. You'll shaken to your core, but the only actual damage will be to your bike. I would have had a very different story to tell you if this wasn't possible.

2. THE BULL

We will not be done with the "bull"ish theme to this conversation even after this one. The last story is also a bull story. Let's finish this one first though.

This is a story, of which even though I'm the primary protagonist, the events took place at an age where I was too young to keep them stored in memory for eternity. The tale for this story comes mostly from hearsay, and over the course of time, as in any story based on hearsay, the effects are magnified in each telling. I present my own abridged version here.

I was maybe three years old at that time. I had gone to a temple with some cousins, but decided to go back home on my own. I had to take a route which included a narrow alleyway. As I entered the alleyway from one end, a bull, of yet unknown owner and free of its master's grip, entered at the other end. A clash of horns and baby bones, and a subsequent sorry end, was inevitable for yours truly.

Nobody knows from where, or how or why, but he suddenly appeared, swiped me off the ground and put me on top of the wall, and moved himself into safety afterwards, keeping a hand on me throughout. That superman was my Grandfather.

3. DESTINY'S DESTINATION

When talking about how lucky I'm, I always have to talk about us. In July of 2013, I was employed at Gurgaon, taking home a pretty good paycheck every month, and she was deciding to put off joining for that PG Diploma course for six months. Two years down the road, I'm writing this, and I can't wait to see the smile on her face when she reads this line.

4. LITTLE BIG THINGS

As we are doing a lucky me theme, let me just take this moment to thank from the bottom of my heart, every known-unknown source of my luck, who knowingly/unknowingly chose to bestow upon me their bit of luck, so that it made my life at least a little bit better. And for those of you awaiting your luck, it might already have come to you - you just wouldn't have realized it.

5. THE BULL'S EYE AGAIN

Let me recount my first experience of hitting a bull's eye. I was fresh off driving school, with a shiny new driving license in my pocket. I was on my way somewhere when I happened to hit another bike on it's mudguard. This would be an inconsequential offense these days which would end in a polite sorry from me. But on that day, for my first traffic accident, I chose to do this to a Police unit bike. Talk about hitting the Bull's eye.

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So, that's all for this week then.

Have a great weekend!!

'til next week.