Jango's letter to the Top-Management: 10% truth and 90% drama...

Jango pk
Employee Num: 00000
Marketing Executive
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The Deputy General Manager HRD
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Head office

Respected Sir,
       I seek your permission in submitting the explanation, in reply to the notice No. 2333/to/2011 dated 12/12/2011.
      It is most respectfully submitted that(Drama), I hadn't been willfully absenting from duty unauthorisdly as alleged in the notice. I had planned for a pilgrimage to Sabarimala on fulfillment of a prayer made by my mother in terms of my MBA course, marking the termination of academic activities.The proposal of the program was informally conveyed to the respected Unit Cheif (Remember him HUH!!) as well as other colleagues. I was also observing penance as a prelude to the pilgrimage. This being my innigs journey to Sabarimala, I was required to undergo the ritual of seeking blessings of elderly persons from my meternal and peternal side, living scattered in various places, before leaving for the pilgrimage. Accordingly I had planned to take leave from 9/12/11 afternoonand leave for home. And from there to proceed to Sabarimala. Therefore I had presented the leave application before the Unit Cheif (Whom I wanted to make 10billion pieces and paste with fevicol and stuff there on the wall of central prison) and saught his permission to leave the office.
      Even though he had expressed his dislike in recommending the leave, I pleaded (Mega lie!
)that the program had been finilized in anticipation of sanction and I be allowed to proceed as proposed and complete the journey to Sabarimala. I had also placed the request before the respected (Undo?? Evide!! Winks!) General Manager over phone at the instance of the Unit Cheief ( Unit Cheif... Huh UNIT KOPPPP).
    I had completed the pilgrimage and returned home on 16/12/11 to recieve a notice from my college requiring me to participate in the convocation and passing out ceremony of Final ------- Students on 17/12/11. Participation in the function was stated mandatory (Wasn't it? Winks again). Accordingly I had attened the college on 17/12/11 from where I had recieved the notice under reference; Calling for explanation (Fishing Explanation!!).
It is most humbly submitted (Badayi of the year!) that, I had no intention of defying my superiors and to proceed on leave without authority. Being a new entrant in the company service, I am not well versed with the regulations in availing leave. I was under the impression that, the application for such an austere and auspicious ground will get assent on the part of the respectful authorities as a matter of routine. It is submitted that, I may kindly be excused if unknowingly I had created an impression of having absented from duty without authority. I seek your apology (At your face; PODA PULLEEE !!) sir in having cost the inconvenience.
      And in all humbleness (Badayi of the coming year !! ) request that I may be exempted from disciplinary proceedings. Allow me to reiterate that, such lapse will never occur in future. Anxiously waiting for your favors. ( OHHHHHH PINNEEEE !!! )

Jango KP




Thanks For your time
Sharath Muthirakkal

Jango in trouble - In the verge of losing his job...

           That very day Jango was truly excited. He was missing home for a long time and planned to take half day off to leave his home town by the afternoon train. He finished his daily routines in swift. Jango had to pack the whole room which is a total mess, inside two travel bags. He had done it too. Jango was about to lock the room. Fuck! He couldn’t find the lock and key which he kept on the table last night. He searched everywhere. Even in toilet. I don’t know you all are known to a proverb, Kuntham poyal, Kudathilum thappanam.. Poor Jango couldn’t find it anywhere. For the next 15 minutes Jango literally became a rat and ran every look end corner of the room. He had to go through the newspapers, waste papers, plastic covers which had been thrown all over. Finally he got the lock and key which was hanging against the wall and compressed against his bed. It didn’t take him too much to leave the place. Jango had his music on when he was in the bus and that song in ‘Spadikam’.. Ormakal… Ormakal.. was haunting him like anything.

                He reached his office on time. And felt the day so cool and fantastic. He knew that he had an appointment by 11’O’ Clock. And the place where he has to go to was just a stone throw away. Jango started reading a book and his manager came. You remember his manager eh?. That old man, who drink inside his cabin and spit all over the floor, Immediately the manager asked Jango , by what time is the appointment. He said by 11. His manager just murmured and left the scene. Jango wished he could hear his manager. When it was 10.40 his manager started literally barking at him for not going to meet the client. Jango tried to explain that the appointment  is by 11am. But all his efforts were in vein as his manager went on barking.  Jango didn’t mind it. Kurakkum patti kadikkilla ennanallo!!.  Who cares? He moved out immediately to the client’s place.

            He was there on time in client’s office on time. But the person he was supposed to meet went outside for some Poojas. Jango wondered why people do poojas by making someone wait. He told in the reception that he would meet the respective person in 40 minutes and left to his lodge. Jango wanted to wear his brand new woodlands shoes instead of the slippers he was wearing. Jango reached a traffic signal where he found out a straight bus which would take him to his lodge in 15 minutes. He ran like anything and almost reached the door. Fuck!! Green signal on! Jango jumped inside but the timing of his jump was wrong and he fell down on the road. No injurie!  Ishoye nee kaathu!!. But in a fraction of a second jango felt cool air brushing his inner thighs. He noticed some girls laughing at him. Jango looked at his united color of Benetton jeans. He couldn’t look at it again. It was torn. Like shit it was torn!!. Jango wanted to kill that bus driver, wanted squeeze that traffic operator who just in wrong time lit the green light, wanted to smack that sales man  in United color of Benetton showroom, who said him that the stitching of the jean is extra perfect. Like Sidin Vadukut wrote, Jango felt, as whole world slapped across his face and ran away laughing like Jagathi Sreekumar.

                     Jango had to catch up an auto to his lodge and he left the place after changing his dress and wearing woodlands. He headed to that client’s place only to find out that that person would be late for another 2 hours or so. Jango had a train leaving by 2.00pm, so he could not wait for that guy (Mother chood!) as it was almost 12.45pm. He rushed back to office and filled up the leave application form. Everything seemed to be fine till that moment except the ‘jean incident’. When he approached his manager, that bugger asked him to leave only on the next day. Jango couldn’t bear it. He wanted to place his manager’s head in that fax machine and fax it to the head office. He called the HR lady who had given him the posting letter and asked her what to do. She was an Aaaarthi pandaram !! She said she is going to have lunch. When some people get fire on their ass, somebody would be often there to laugh. Jango couldn’t wait. He called his General Manager to discuss the same. He said his GM that the unit manager is not giving him the permission to go home. Jango told him that he is a swamy and going Sabarimala on day after tomorrow. Then that bastard asked jango to leave office only in the evening and came back on day after tomorrow. Fucker might have thought Jango was planning to go sabarimala in Jet airways??

                        Then the manager asked Jango whether he has any interest to work with the same company. Jango said he didn’t say anything sort of that. Suddenly his GM asked him to resign and leave if he wants to take off for 3 days. By the time Jango lost his control and said his GM that, that particular company is not the last company for him and there are other companies across the world as well. He hung the call and chose to leave the messy place. His fellow worker also came along with Jango to have lunch. He advised Jango how to move a complaint, what should and should not be included, how the system works with the company etc. Jango felt as if his elder brother giving some valuable instructions. He loves that fellow so much. Jango finally left the place.

                   He may lose his job. But the last thing Jango wanted to happen would be working with the same manager. But Jango is still super cool. He knows what to do. He wants to teach that manager a lesson. If things are moving against his favor he would certainly resign from the company. Yet he loves the company and its culture. Only thing he hates is the work culture in his office and his manager’s dirty behavior. But Jango would miss that fellow worker, unbelievable, super cool brother.

                 This is not the end of the story. Later.. Later ;)

Thanks for your time.

Sharath Muthirakkal

Jango's workstation- Funny yet painful work experiences...

              Getting a campus placement was never in the wildest dreams of ‘Jango’, the main character in this story. He was in cloud 9 when he saw his photo along with other guys who got placed along with him in the college notice board. He tried pretending very cool. But Jango was jumping all over inside. He was excited even though he was not placed in Infoysis or kind or giants. He was truly happy even though he would get merely 11k in a month. After all jango was never thought himself crossing the line of MBA. But he had done it. He got placed in a well known Company which has got incorporated and grown inside Kerala itself. And Jango was truly excited, since the products of the company are super famous almost everywhere. Moreover he was excited to wear the tag of the company. He knew it would help him to get away from the Highway police. Jango would be one of the rare guys in Kerala who runs gearless scooter without license for more than 15 months, in an around 13000 kilometers, that too without being caught. No wonder why Highway police came into picture.

              Jango was initially asked to report in the head office of the company which was located in the next District. Jango and other new candidates had 9 days induction. Finally The D-Day came and they got posted in various branches. Jango’s friend got posted in Jango’s place. Jango received his order and ripped it open. Though Jango noticed a naughty smile on the HR lady’s face, he was not able to read anything out of it. Perhaps Jango was too busy opening the letter. Jango started reading. He felt whole the office spinning around him when he read the place where he got posted. It was 240 odd kilometers away. The place called ‘Golbadi’ in the neighborhood state.  Anyway Jango has decided to join on the given date.

                       Jango was on time there in the office. He was confused to see a flat with full of shattered products of the company he is going to work for. He thought it would be the dustiest place in India. Inviting high school students for excursion in such places would add to the popularity of the company. He met his manager, who was in his 50s and was at first sight looked decent and later on turned as real villain. Jango wondered even Keerikkadan jose would stand behind him. But his manager looked far better than Keerikkadan.

                      Second day at work Jango found out a terrible spelling mistake in the office. He found his manager spitting all over inside the office. Jango almost threw up. But hold it on and went outside immediately. When he discussed the same with his colleagues, he realized that they all are aware of it. One of the fellow employees even told him that, if the manager had got a chance he would shit all over the floor. Padachone pani palumo??  Jango couldn’t imagine it.

                            Jango found his co-worker washing his hand more than 5 times after coming back from his manager's cabin. Curious Jango enquired about it and ran out of office to laugh like hell. Jango stopped laughing only when a girl next door saw him laughing like an insane fellow. When he enquired about the hand washing incident, his co-worker said him that he had used the manager's computer and mouse for 5 minutes and never wanted to get admitted in the near by hospital.  'Adipoli.. adipoli...'

                             Third day was also eventful. When he entered the office it was stinking like hell. Jango sniffed as though a well trained police dog and found the smell. Alcohol!! That too low quality stuff. Huh, Jango was stunned again. On the same evening Jango was strolling back to his home and suddenly he remembered about the key which he kept on his table. He rushed back to the office. It was locked from inside. He knocked. Jango smelled something fishy inside. Manager opened the door and he found 2 half empty honey bee bottle and finished soda bottles along with pickles. His manager was not even able to stand properly. Jango couldn’t bear it and he literally ran out of the office. Had it be the Olympics 100 meter race, India would have got the Gold in the same event. Guess who would have been there in the history. Our jango.

                          It is not the end of the story. Lot to tell. Later... later ;)

Thanks for your time

Sharath Muthirakkal

Poonkavu Temple...

          Poonkavu temple is located in Edakkad which is 11 KMs away from Kannur District of kerala. It is one among the traditional ‘Kavus’ in Kerala where ‘Theyyam’ is conducted twice in a year. Poonkavu temple is literally inside a green natural tent. Huge baniyan trees and other identified and unidentified species of plants decorates the greenary.  Whole temple is separately divided in to three portion. The Back ‘Kavu’ is where the main God ‘GURUKKANMAR ‘ setteled and watch the proceeding of evryone which includes the naughty Goddess ‘PARADEVATHA’, all other deities and all devotees.

        Poonkavu Temple is famous not only because of the number of theyyams but also the rituals performed in a routine basis. Usually theyyam starts in the Malayalam month ‘Kumbham’ mostly February 16^th, 17^th and 18^th. It begins at the backside kavu. There in the backside, 4 Theyyams are there. ‘Elanguravan and Poothadi’, ‘Pambuthara’,’ Gurukkanmar’ and ‘Uchathira’. When the festival is on, entire village would be literally on. You would find positive energy everywhere. From the kids to the grant parents Theyyam in poonkavu means a lot. If it is toys and baloons motivates kids to hang out in the kavu, it is the search for peace, blessings in whatever endeavor motivates the other age groups. Guys like me had even prayed for not getting another 0.25 marks out of 100 in Mathematics.

        Gods and Godesses in Poonkavu temple had never let his or her devotees in a desert alone. Wherever they needed a push, It had been rightly provided.  Almost everybody in the village have to say some experience where they felt the presence of Gurukkanmar, Paradevatha and other Gods and Goddess in Poonkavu temple. I have been experiencing a lot of such. The approachability of the temple is famous not only in Edakkad but also everywhere. If you have a sorrow or kind of stuff, given you pay full concentration and belief, it would be washed away in shortest span of time. That is the power of the energy spreads in the territory.

         Al most all erespective of  religion, cast, creed comes here to offer prayers. All of a sudden you feel a sense of belonging. Rituals perfomed in the Kavu is believed to be years old and need to perform with zero defect. Otherwise, its believed that the personswho perfoms those would get adverse effect. Hence everything from the beginning to the end would be crystal clear.

          We all friends would be literally staying in the kavu for 2-3 days and equal nights, helping around, watching the proceedings and stuff like that. Nobody in the whole world would never dare to do anything against the temple. Many guys have tried to destroy, steal and other valuables from the kavu and failed miserably to do the same. Not only that, many of them had died in variety of accidents.

          Foreigners from UK, US etc. often visit the temple, when Theyyam is on. One Mr. Rozario from italy said “ We haven’t seen something like this before. This is energetic, Colorful and fantastic”.

          Last time I had my friend from Bangalore, Mr. Nikhilesh. He loved it like anything and he was telling me about the dark colors, richness and togetherness etc. Nikhilesh even told me that he would bring his friends next time.

         I invite all of you in the name of almighty for the Theyyam festival Which is gonna begin on February. For more information do mail me at : sharathmuthirakkal@gmail.com

 Thanks for your time.

Sharath Muthirakkal.

Another day in paradise...

   I know where heaven is. At least am fully aware where mine is. It is not that far. It is nothing but my sweet little home. There is a solid reason behind this post being published. That reason is simple. To me heaven is a place ultimate peace overtakes the sum total of all the material comforts of the whole world. It took me this many years to find out one such place. My heaven is my home, where, my parents, brother, grandmother share happiness and dilute sorrows of any kind.

    Usually I hate people advising me. Let it be elders or youngsters. The last thing I would ever prefer to hear in whole world could be a 10 minutes free speech with a tag hanging ‘advise’.

But Last night I found myself listening to my Dad for almost an hour. He was advising me generally, like how should I take responsibilities in my work life, social life and work life and how one should shape their life and all.

    He said me “Dear son, you make money or not, go out with your friends or not, you take up all your responsibilities or not, at the end of the day, you are coming home and throw yourself in the bed, feeling the presence of eternal peace, Calmness, Comfort and security; Then you realize that, even the luxurious 5* hotel would fail to compete with your home. In the first place who would come up to compete against heaven in case of luxury and comfort??

     To me, People with whom I am living are GODS. They are not just equal to Gods. They are actually. Your parents are one of them. Nobody else in the entire universe would stand with and for you in whatever situations than your parents.  Nobody else in the world would always offer a helping hand when you need it than your siblings. Nobody else in the whole world would teach you some lessons of generations and pure love than your grand parents. The bondage between them is so strong that, even if you stay away from them, you feel they are so near.

       They all are GODS and they all are living with you. Open your eyes. See and feel your home- The heaven in earth.

 

      ‘Title courtesy’: Phil Collins

Thanks for your time

Sharath Muthirakkal

The Irresistible Chetan - New face of Indian literature

     They say Chetan Bhagat makes India read. Whatever it may be, Chetan Bhagat is the author who made me read. I have never read English novels till I picked 'Five point Someone-What not to do in IIT'. I just read the prologue and stopped only after finishing the book at a stretch. I felt fresh and cool after reading the book and soon I realized I was in love with Chetan the great, who made an idiot to read an English Novel. On the same day itself I completed ' One Night @ Call center'. My love for Chetan was multiplying and it made me read more books of other authors. Paulo Coelho, Subroto Bhagchi, Arundhathi Rai, Sasi Tharoor, Robin Sharama, Sidin Vadukut, Durjoy Dutta are few of them. But who has introduced them to me?? Mr. Chetan Bhagat The great !!
    I wonder what is working with Chetan's books, which hits the best seller always. He is the new generation marketer altogether. We studied no?, Marketing is all about delivering what people desire for, Cehtan doing exactly that, No writer in India have understood what Indians want to read, What are the demands of youngsters, What are their feelings towards the society, government, system etc. Chetan is not a purist in terms the language he use, Grammar he apply as like many other writers, Yet he make huge difference!!
    Guess what is the secret??    ' OBSERVATION' !!
 He is the greatest observer I have ever seen in the whole world. He watch objects, people, situations etc. so close that one could hardly imagine. Once in an interview a lady was literally barking at Chetan for not using standard English. Chetan replied, " dear mam', it doesn't matter what is the standard of your language as long as people loves it, and more over I am writing for the people in India and my inbox will tell you what they want and what are they looking for. If you want heavy standard, books are available in plenty . As long as Indians loves me, my standard would be this. An Indian standard !! ". A loud applause followed.
   3 Mistakes of my life and 2 states- the story of my marriage were yet again the best sellers and the promotion of these books were awesome too. Chetan has got a huge fan base across the world. Most of the teenagers in India would be owning at least one of the Bhagat books for his/her own for sure. That it self is just enough to understand the impact he already made in Indian literature arena. His latest book Revolution 2020 gonna be a revolution in both of it's selling as well as the spark it gonna create on the society. Book came in the right time, where young India were in the streets lead by Anna hasare demanding for a corruption free, equal society and a NEW INDIA. Chetan's books had been referred for many successful as well as non-successful movies. But his books never fell in the later category. 
  Chetan has inspired me, not only to read but also to write. Nobody in this world would have ever thought I could write a paragraph as my own. But he made it possible. I love you Chetan Ji :) . I dream of Chetan seeing my post and calling me. In fact you are the man who gave me the wings, Chetan.
I know a zillion thanks would not be enough.

Thank you so much Chetan...

 Looking forward for more :)

Thanks for your time
Sharath Muthirakkal

Cricket in India- A behaviour or an Attitude?

Hello People
Hope all is well.

I am a Cricket fan. Perhaps a huge fan of 'Team India'. As a normal cricket fan even I do become dull when India loos. I Jump up and down when we win matches irrespective of the format of the game; whether it is a Test match, an ODI or even a T-20 [ T-20 sucks big time, (Will share those thoughts in another post, may be next time)]. But I hardly abuse our players [Wonder why Munaf Patel is still an exception]. You won't believe if I tell you that for making India the Cricket World Champions of 2011 [ I still believe in that way, doesn't need any public agreement], I might have dropped more than 500 bucks in many prayer boxes. Yes  Rs500 was a big money for me (well still it is!). Well this post is not for boasting my cricket fantasy.

In cricket it does not take too much time to make the same fans who have had cheered for their team especially when the team is on a winning streak, to play the counter part when the team looses irrespective of whatever genuine reasons that the management could come up with. Cricketers in subcontinent especially Indian players and Pakistan players are very much aware of it. When they have returned home after being defeated by minors such as Bangladesh and Ireland in 2007 West Indies World Cup, Rotten eggs, random stones, slippers etc welcomed them.

Remember what was the reception that the victorious Team India got after winning the first ever T-20 World cup??
That is what you could always expect from a country where majority of the people believes in religion called ' Cricket' and worship Sachin, Dhoni and Dravid. One day they would take you on their shoulders and dance and on another different day, they would even like to suck your blood. Nobody has any right to scold them for the same. Because to them game cricket is more than a Game. Remember how the fans have reacted when the match fixing came up so badly and shut the door for Muhammed Azharudeen and Jadeja?. They were treated as traitors who had ditched the fellow soldiers in the war front. Whole nation went against them. But we Indians didn't stop watching cricket.

Finally Dhoni's 'Men in Blue' brought the world cup after 27 years and people across the glob watched what is the intensity of emotions, feelings etc. attached with this game. After winning The world Cup Sanjay Manjarekkar [ Former cricketer and commentator ] asked Virat Kohli : Virat what was goin in your mind while carrying Sachin Tendulkar on your shoulder?
                     Virat Kohli : For the past 20 years Sachin has been carrying the entire Indian cricket on his shoulders and we won it for him and the champion deserves it more than anyone else.

Cricket in India will never die.

Thanks for your time.
See you next time.

What is GOOGLE for MBA students !!

Hold it like you own IT..

ITS SOMETHING IF NOT  EVERYTHING !
  Especially for guys like us, who have been busy snoring while lecture is going on, who have often thrown out of the class, who have been sent to library for making noise inside the class room [ It happens in some MBA colleges too (If not some, in our college at least), Sad but still !!, who often choose to sit in the last rows to discuss something else which are far-far away from the actual class room discussions, who had never seen as someone genuine to give more than 90% of the internal marks, Who have never shown any interest towards the academic session of the college library, well GOOGLE is just like an encyclopedia.
   Assignments, seminars, PPTs, regarding the endless subjects of the world are just clicks away and it's completely free. I know this explanation would not create a WOW feeling. Reason behind this could be the repeated use [ Thats what I think]. Yet we find comfortableness and credibility with Google. Are we getting a single result for a search?. we are not. Results would pour when you hit the enter key. Google made us felt ease about submitting a half day assignment by supplying A-Z details of anything and everything of EVERYTHING.
 I don't think that the case of MCA, MSW and other students are different either. So here we are almost done with our so called MBA. Personally I would say, I have gone through my internal  cut off marks only because of GOOGLE. There were assignments waited till the previous night of the submission date. Who would help you in those nights? Those 25Kg Library books? We stupids hardly liked to go through the whole scrap for a 4 page assignment. Google was the only reliable remedy we had.
          Nobody's internal marks would not be uglier than me. Because something uglier than me is unimaginable. personally I must be obliged to GOOGLE as it has improved my internals to a certain extend. If it has helped you by providing a helping hand to get the cut off mark, you would never forget that EXTENSION OF HAND EH??. 

Sergey and Larry, we few idiots would be always thankful to you guys. Don't know how much help google gonna do in our careers. Lets see.
A huge round of applause to GOOGLE, LARRY AND SERGEY....

Thanks for your time.
Sharath Muthirakkal

STEVE left JOBS :(

 HEAVEN IS BLESSED NOW  (A humble tribute to Steve Jobs)
                       
              I don't think somebody in this world had ever made continuous impact on human life as Steve Jobs did. With a bitten apple Steve had been sweetly biting the hearts of zillions across the world. Mahathma Gandhi once told that his life is his message. When we put some more brain on that thought, we would not be surprised to find that  its common to everyone. But to me, apart form his life, Steve himself is a MESSAGE to all. Perhaps a mighty message. When I was in college [Under graduation], I hardly had heard about Steve. But I had to memorize his name as the founder of Apple, ever since we started going for business quiz and all during the MBA life. But Steve's name was one among the few which hung back in my memory during those days. Still I don't know the answer if you ask me why not others'? !!

          It took me another 5 months after joining MBA to google more about Apple. Still I was not very much aware of the man who later made one of my favorites in all trades. Had not my cousin presented me an apple iPod, I would not be doing anything to know about Steve and the company he has incorporated. Initial stage of googling stuck with downloading apple Safari, iTunes and later on the interest got shifted to the company and slowly yet lovingly to the great visionary and innovator of all time called STEVE JOBS !!

                       From there it has been a journey along with Steve and his innovations. Though I haven't bought any other Apple product, I could not miss Steve launching anything, perhaps I could not miss him presenting something, say a speech or kind of discussion and all. I loved the way he presented the things before the world. I watched him launching each possible product. Once, twice, thrice and I really don't know the count. Might have crossed 10 per a video. But the one which I would definitely cherishing and following again and again is nothing but his commencement address at The Stanford where he ended the talk with 'Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish'. Steve's discussion with Bill Gates is another one which has inspired me. All I want to say is that I enjoyed seeing him on the stage in that usual black jacket and the blue jean. When Steve started presenting something, I guess any lazy crowd in the world would want to listen him. That was STEVE, the one and only STEVE who always carried a JOB with his name as well as through out his life. 

               Once Steve had to get out of the company he incorporated and the management finally identified the value that Steve had and that inseparability brought back Steve again to the apple as its CEO. He had been fighting with Pancreatic Cancer and had to take 3 medical leaves to extend his life till he breathed his last breath at the age of 56.
                Steven. P. Jobs will be lived and relived through his innovations, products etc, as long as human race exists in the world. We all gonna miss you very badly Steve. As an innovator, as a Visionary, as a Leader and truly as an outstanding Human Being.
              Heaven is yet again blessed since you are there. Heard in stories that heaven is full of  flowers, fruits and all. Make Heaven a garden of apples and just BITE them all.
 'Rest In Peace'

Funny yet noisy Bus conductor to the could be 23 year old 'KG' girl ( One among the memorable days)

Hi guys,
Hope you all are doing good.

I don't have any shame to admit that I am narrating this incident as Mr.Sidin Vadukut did in his lovely book DORK.

Any journey is always an experience :)

I would be narrating the story as though I am conversing with my personal diary.



7September 2011, Wednesday

7am-8am

              I was really happy to wake up when alarm rang exactly at 7am, as I could leave Coimbatore today evening for Onam holidays and an extended leave which I got sanctioned for appearing last semester MBA examinations. I was in a hurry to finish my bath, brushing and other remaining daily routine to make sure that I was not missing the only bus which would leave around 8.15 am from the near by bus stop. It was when I was about to finish brushing, my brush slipped off from my hand and fell directly into the closet. Yes Dairy I had to press the flush button to make sure that there was no sign of the little expensive brush that I had bought few days back.  A brush costed me almost hundred bucks had to be dumped in the wrong place!. Next thing I had to make sure was that am not missing anything starting from all the clothes to the laptop charger. Soon I locked my room with an heavy luggage over my shoulders and strolled slowly towards the bus stop.

8.00am-8.15am

                   When I reached the bus stop I had realized that there is sometime left to have a coffee. Dear Diary, I had found one bakery serving good double strong coffee, despite of its not so good attire. Besides, the staff who served whatever you asked for were really polite.
            Diary, I don't think they had ever attended a marketing or customer relationship sessions in their life. It took no time for me to change the entire impression I had on that shop when the owner of the bakery introduced himself to me. He asked me about my native. When he heard that I am actually from kerala, he started blaming the Tamilians and the ruling government and the ex government and what not. When he came to know that I was doing my MBA from Chinmaya from Kannur [A district in Kerala], he boasted of the qualities of IIPM [ Indian Institute of Planning and Management], and how it is different from all other B-Schools in India. He slammed IIMs too. I stood there wondering why the hell he was telling me all the IIPM stories. I would be the last person to repeat an MBA if not its from any of the IIMs [ Diary, sorry for taking this much liberty to have a ride on a dream which is 99.99 % impossible to happen],if he was trying to canvas me to join IIPM. The reason behind the promotional speech he had freely given to me had revealed soon , that his son was studying in IIPM Bangalore. I had to bid him bye to head to the bus stop. When I was waiting for the bus to arrive, I thought, Mr. Arindham Choudhary truly deserve an appreciation for making the Brand IIPM successful. Yet I hoped the owner's son would discuss with his dad about IIMs soon if not about all the Management Institutes across the country.

8.30am

           Wow Diary Finally the wait was over. '43-A' [ In Tamil Nadu, if you are a newcomer, you should be either able to read Tamil or known to the various numbers allotted to the buses going to the different destinations] has arrived at the stop, where more than 60 including me were waiting to be got in. That 60 included, School children, College students, Men and women of all ages, drunkards [ Yes Diary, I could smell it !]. I have already recognized the bus conductor as I had gone office in the same bus yesterday. Diary, believe me, he is a character. You should have been there to watch him. He make variety of faces. In my close examination I have observed that, he could make different faces at different people. He is anyway funny to watch, provided you get a seat to settle down in an over crowded bus like 43-A. Before he started collecting the ticket charges it self, I was ready with a 2 Rs coin which he has charged me last day. Even while he was collecting the ticket charges, he was shouting at odd school boys for carrying school bags. I wondered what else would they take to school, cement sacks?? !!. Jokes are part Diary, finally our hero reached near me and asked  'yenge? ['where?']. I gave him 2 Rs and told him the destination where I wanted to get down. He immediately started scolding me for not giving him Rs 3. As I haven't had any other coins left with me, I gave him a 10 Rupee note to save the situation. I was still wondering about the difference in the fare which has got changed in a days time. Our man was busy creating one scene after the other with other passengers as well. One of the guys even pulled his collar and abused him badly. But our hero was defending single-handedly. And of course I could bet with my all money that nobody in that bus would ever defeat him in such an abusive debates. [ I know you would be wondering how did I know that was an abuse, simple Diary

9.00 am
             Reached Coimbatore town around 9 Am. Went straight to the Sriram's Sangeetha Veg restaurant and had Plain Dosa and another Coffee. I don't know whether the attitude of the bakery owner at the bus stop had made me feel Sriram's Coffee tastier than the one I had it earlier from his shop. Nice food, Nice service. It was 9.20 when I was stepping out from Sreeram. I started walking slowly to my office as it was just 2 mins away.

9.25am

           I was the first one to reach office and had to collect keys from my manager's flat which was at the other end of the office. Manager was on leave today. Diary that means you have lot of other works on hand. Gone are the days you happily wear a T-Shirt which carries messages such as, 'I work when My boss is Near' . Believe me Diary, it's really hectic if your Manager is on leave. But through out the day till lunch I must say that, I had enjoyed multitasking.  Diary, you must have been there to believe that I was talking to our major clients as well as some agencies. It was around 3pm Mr. Sreekumar, our Reporter came to me and asked, whether I had any plan to have lunch. Then only I have realized that we had been really working hard.

3.00pm

           We quickly came out and had veg thali at Sreeram though it was touch expensive. Diary, to be very frank, if I had a peg or two, the 80Rs meals would have been really worthy. Mr. Sreekumar advised me to take the ticket in advance for the evening train as it could be very rush by that time. I thanked him and bid him bye and went to take the ticket. I could see the crowd building up slowly as evening arrives. I quickly took my ticket and rushed back to office. On the way back to office I didn't forget to buy some sweets for home which I bought it in swift.

4.00pm

           It took me an hour to reach back to the office after lunch. But I was relaxed at the fact that my Manager was not there. See Diary, sometimes you may wanted him to take leave as well. BUT SURELY,'SOMETIMES' !!. Soon I found myself busy with work. I had to bid bye to everyone in the office at 4.30pm sharp as my train would be leaving the station at 4.40pm.

4.40pm

             I was really happy to get into the train despite of the rushes and noises. Soon my happiness went away when I saw the overcrowded train. It was a passenger train heading to Trissur from Coimbatore. Which means I had to catch up a connection train at Shornur Junction. Finally I managed to get some space to sit down and soon I was off to sleep.
" Chai... Chai.. Chai....Parippu vadai, chai.."
It was the screams of the railway caters which had awaken me. I looked outside and realized that it was a busy station and felt really nervous to know where the hell was it? Soon when the sleep went away over a coffee, I understood that it was Palakkad Junction. It meant another hour of journey to Shornur Junction. But the one hour passed away as the nature out side completely carved away my attention. Finally Trissur passenger has reached Shornur Juncntion 3d platform. When I reached there a confused looking guy asked me in which platform the Executive express would be coming. Poor guy didn't know I was even stuck with the same doubt. Soon came the irritating railway announcement, that the train would be reaching shortly in the 4th platform. That guy's name was Alok, who was returning to his hometown, Calicut after visiting his friends in Palakkad. When we reached at the 4th platform, we were wonder struck. Diary, It was more and more passengers waiting for the same train. I told Alok that it would be great, if we could at least stand. The crowed varied from aged to kids, men to women, Officers to teachers, Friends to lovers and what not.

6.50pm

             Wait was over as Executive express pulled it's break on time. Diary, in that rush I didn't know how both of us had got into the train. It was breathtakingly rush. Passengers who were already sitting were cursing the rush which has just occurred. But among them I could notice some happy bench of people as well. They were, young guys feeling happy seeing at girls who were chipping in and vice versa. Fortunately me and Alok negotiated with the space where one among us could only place a leg at a time. I wondered how long that circus would go on. Seeing the struggle, perhaps understanding the trouble, a gentleman has allowed one among us to sit in an already packed seat. Finally I sat down as Alok stood properly with both legs properly  grounded.
   When the train started moving only, I could notice the people around me. But my attention immediately fell on the group of 3 who were sitting opposite to me. They were making all the noises of the world. The group consisted of a guy and 2 girls. They all would be around 23-24 years. I could not help myself overhearing them. Diary, what else you think would make my literally 'Tight' journey interesting. One girl and a guy were conversing in Malayalam and the other girl looked at her friends as if they were conspiring against her. I guess she is from North.
" Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..... what the fuck is going on here !!!!!!. ". It was loud and perfectly pitched.
For a moment everyone in the train had become silent. It was that girl screaming at her friends. Her friends made her calm by giving her a ' Diary milk' [ Diary, now you got the reason behind the title of the post, eh?]. From there till Kannur it was really funny watching the way our 'Could be 23 year old KG girl behaved with her friends. I must say poor friends!!. Through out the journey they had to manage both their friend's kiddish behavior and the dirty looks of the fellow passengers [ Don't stare me like that Diary, I am not one among them]. Soon when the train reached Calicut, Alok bid me goodbye.  Train left from calicut at 9.30 and they started eating. I looked outside as if I was not at all watching the items came out of their bag. Diary, I was helpless!!. But soon I got disappointed seeing the apples and Biscuits of the world coming out. I decided to look at the darkness for a while. I regret that I had looked at it, when I was that hungry to eat something really heavy.
" Hey Nived, Gayathri, I am going to pull the emergency chain right now". It was our 'heroine' telling her friends.I looked at them as if I heard somebody had fixed a bomb in the train. But you know Diary, from that crazy girl you could always expect anything. Luckily her friends were sensible to stop her from the crazy mission. For them it caused just Rs.5 [ Yes Diary, That was another Diary Milk]. Had she pulled the emergency chain, It would be two or three hours delay to be home.
  Train was leaving Vadakara. It meant only few stations to reach Kannur. I was really happy that am home in hours to have something which is homely that, I had been missing like anything. But the fun was not over yet Diary!!
   Soon three of them were discussing about something. To avoid any unwanted situations like the early one, They chose English as the medium for the discussion. I was really proud at the level of realization of people in our part of the world. As I said, Climax was really funny and coincidental. I paid my full attention to what they were discussing as the name of the college IIPM came in between. It was our heroine the crazy 23 KG girl shouting at the boy that, " You expect a girl from IIPM to be that stupid? ". That boy seemed pissed off to solve the new situation, so as the other girl.
 I wondered whether IIPM has anything to do with her stupidity ;)
   Diary, Had that Bakery owner there, I would have shown him the long finger at his face, if not both. Anyway I felt pity at the quality of the Management students of the country's so called ' Fantastic Institute '. [ Look who is commenting Diary. Ahem ahem ]
  I must be thankful to Nived, Gayathri and the Unknown could be 23 year old KG sister whose name unfortunately never heard across the discussions, for making an eventful day of mine more colorful and much more eventful.

 11.00 pm

             Reached Kannur Railway Station. Had to catch up an auto to home.

11.25pm

          Home. Sweet Home :)

Had a quick shower and dinner. It took me another 30 minutes to explain about the Job, Office, Stay to my grandmothers[ Grandma and Grandfather's sister] and parents. I couldn't meet my bro to handover the 'Mithai Box' that I have brought for him as he was in deep sleep.

1.00 am, Thursday, 8th September.

            Off to sleep Diary. Goodnight. Yarns....


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May God bless all.
Sharath Muthirakkal.