Go IIFT Go!

I have just returned from class. Perhaps for the last time. Its a mixed feeling. Its been 1.5 yrs since I last I first attended a class here @ IIFT. The day I heard Symms struggle with the words. I knew it from the word go its gonna be gruelling. N if you ask me now, I'll say it was an understatement.

As I gear up to leave this place, it feels strange. I mean.. it feels as if last 2 yrs have disappeared at a frantic pace. I was doing so much in so little time, that I never bothered to see how things were changing. Juggling between assignments, project reports, presentation, classes, quizes, home, V, I just spent running around. It was pretty difficult, if you ask me. Now finally that I have gotten some spare time, I notice that so much has changed! Some of my very good friends have already gotten married, one of my best friend is getting married next week, some have left India, some have come back from abroad.

All of you who ever had any interaction with me beyong a hi-hello, would know how much I disliked the place. The small campus, the snrs, the number of subjects, the people n so on.. But now, m not so sure. I have had the biggest disappointments here in people, but I have also met a few amazing people! And in the end, when you are leaving a place, it doesn't look all that bad, howsoever bad it may have looked to you all this while.

Perhaps, every last brings a new first. My last lecture made my miss my class for the first time. My last ppt made me miss my first ppt. I had rehearsed in front of the mirror! My last group assignment reminded me of our initial group discussions! We would keep negotiating for hours, fight as if our lives depended on it. Times that were, times I hated, times I just couldn't wait for to get over! N now that they are over, am not ecstatic!

Life still amuses me!

A day in the life of Bus-ke-Shockers

Today was just another day.. or rather just another greatly fun-filled day! 

As usual, I had managed to miss my dear Bus from my bus stop. So took an auto and reached Gunjan-Girish's stop. Kept listening to my iPod.  Just when the bus came, Gunjan & Girish both reached at the same time after managing to somehow cross the road (Gunjan went a Km further to cross the divider, while Girish just jumped over it). Boarding the bus, a hi-helllo & Jai Shree Ram round ensued which lasted for at least 15 minutes and a few laughs. Therefater, I & Shailly resumed our books, while Gunjan-Girish started to talk something seriously. I don't remember when I fell asleep, but I do remember waking up by loud 'bachao-bachao' by Anuj. Apparently he had cracked a joke taht didn't quite go well with the gals and Deepti was taking the lead to reprimand him! When Nalanda came, the new hot gal got up to get down. To which, I & Anuj exchanged a quick glance & smiled! Sip Sinha, quite expectedly, didn't undesrtand this and opened up his questionnaire about y we smiled, what/whom did we see, etc etc etc. TO this Pahua claimed that he knows the gal!

When everyone got down at Plot 17, I, Anjan Da, Priyank & Pahua continued our journeyy to Presidency! So it was teh boys time as usual! No holds barred Non-veg jokes started with very explicit & implicit comments from Priyank! Reaching office, I was about to start my work, when someone mailed Ajay Negi regarding the bad condition our bus was in. N that was the end of the day. Everyone whi had ever sat in a bus, mentioned something bad about Route No 12. From noisy breakes, to ruthless driver, to the jerky "bus ke shockers"!! 

Finally I start my work and the day went without anything much quite happening! The clock strikes 5:25 and I realize that I can tell my TL that he can goto hell cos I am leaving for home come what may! After taking the Presidency bus, we finally boarded our bus. Surprisingly Anjan had also come for the 5:30 bus. We quickly settled down and started to crack jokes. Sippy suggested we play Bluff and everyone agreed. As the luck would have it, she sat just next to me and relentlessly caught every bluff of mine for one full hour. Quikly after a few rounds, we switched to Our beloved DumbC. Anjan had a box full of C grade bhutiya movies & Ajay just could get over the SRK hangover!

After an hour, to the dismay of all the guys, everone swicthed to "Chidiya-Ud". Irrespective of who won, Anuj, Sip, me, Pahua, Girish got thrashed, while Shikha enjoyed her moment of glory! Deepa being Deepa didn't quite speak much unless it was te time to tease Sip, or count my white hair or say a very warm bye while getting down! All this while, Budhi kept smiling at us amusingly. he kept asking how we managed to be beaten up every day! 

Thankfully, Saket had come and Deepti suggested we get down. everyone agreed. ther was just no option but to hurry up to the chatwala. (Nils of course went straight to the book-walah). After a round of golgappas. Shailly brought the mosts teekha bhelpuri! Fighting the tears, Sippy, Gunjan, Deepti braved teh spices and then demanded the fruit salad & HCF. N thne toh, it was a complete chaos. Anuj, Pahua, Sip had apparently not had anything for a few days!

N then one by one our parents start calling us, asking when would we finally feel like returning home. To tell you honestly, never! Cos this was home as well. I looked around, n i couldn't see anything but a family! Damn damn lucky I am! Seriously!

Sadly, but then everone decided to leave. Pahua of course offered to drop all the gals! And we parted.. to wait for another such day..

Ginjan & Guroos!

Here my friends, is a toast to two of my very very great friends - Ginjan-Guroos.. aka Gunjan-Girish! Today in the wee hours of morning, both of them will get married... Phew! Its alrite guys.. it happens.. Honi ko kaun taal sakta hai ;)

If you ask me, if they make a good couple, well I dunno.. I honestly don't.. Cos to me, like to all of us.. they are just one.. Moreso I am perhaps one of the lucky ones who never had to see only one of them alone.. So, most of teh times, I just said Ginjan-Guroos together :D But yeah.. they are almost so rocking together.. I mean.. could I ever imagine our Bus-ke-Shockers without them?? Without Girish's wierd facial expressions.. as if he doesn't understand a word of NV I, Anuj & Priyank keep saying! Or without Gunjan's non-stop 'chlormint' smile? Looking back, I do think now that they make a perfect match! Most of us could always see an elder bro in Girish (I wonder how Gunjan didn't) - Always there to listen to u, trying to help u unconditionally.. And then there is Gunjan.. Always ready to cheer u up in ur lows, and celebrate in ur highs. Never have I come across two people so polite, so humble, so honest and so beautiful. They gotto make an awesome couple!

Unfortunately due to a decision I took 1.5 yrs back, I have somehow escaped the dilemna of chosing between welcoming or dancing in the baraat. But I am sure, both of them would be looking as good as they can ever look despite the exhaustion & seperation!

I know a few hearts that mite get broken today.. But I hope Pahua & Anuj would be having a couple of shoulders to cry upon.. In case of Pahua, the chances of more than a couple of shoulders is though more.. N in case of Anuj, m sure he would definitely try to capitalize on the situation ;)

I wish both of you a rocking life ahead. Miss you both! Have a fantastic journey together, n throw me a party when back ;)

Welcome to a B School

He was a teacher. His students adored him, for them he was a perfect guide. He got all their respect n love and affection. Here they make fun of his dialect. He's ridiculed for being amongst the teacher rather than students!

She was an all rounder - acads, sports, co-curricular occupied her time. Now here she's adjudged too pricy because of the confidence she carries. Ignoring her continued success, people complain that she's got lots of attitude!

He was a cool guy! Never could stop giggling, talking and cheering up people with stupid jokes. Here they find him stupid and with attitude. People stare with disbelief on his imagination.

Welcome to a B School! A school where students are in fact the biggest teachers, where you fight to survive, learn the business as well as political acumen.

Once upon a time..

Date: sometime in late 1993

I was expecting a monster to arrive. Everyone had narrated tales of this teacher and how rude, intolerant, strict, hard taskmaster she was. Anxious as I was to see this new teacher, I was looking forward to it. Having switched from a Govt Hindi medium school to an English medium one in the middle of a semester in 5th grade, I was looking for some respite in one subject - Hindi!

N suddenly a boy came running into the class room, and shouted - She's here! And everyone got back to his/her seat and fell silent. N there she was - Small, slender, dusky, with a red large bindi on her forehead, in an orange khadi saree, hair nicely done and tied with a small stick. I didn't realize I was gazing till the boy sitting next to me pinched me and said "Pehli class mein hi pitna hai??"

Well! That was Ms. Sarita Saxena, my Hindi teacher. Little did I know while greeting her that morning that she would become my most favorite teacher till date and that more than 15 years later, I would dedicate a post to her! So what made me wake up and remember her? Well, blame must goto "Tuesdays with Morrie". It opened with a question, and to answer it I had to dust off all these years. And the faint sound of her voice, turned into an image as fresh as ever.

She was my favorite teacher, and I was proudly her favorite student. No one could ever score more than me in her subject. But the credit would goto her. I still remember how brilliant she was. The best speaker I had ever heard. The way she emphasized on words, the clarity with which she spoke mesmerized me no ends.

She was the first who became privy to my writings.* She was in fact the first teacher I learnt to respect. She was an ideal, a person who I felt could understand me in all those growing up years. And then one day when I was in 10th, she stopped coming to school. A few months later I came to know she had gotten married and left the school. And that was the end of it.

I am sure, she would have forgotten this student of hers. But for me, she would remain. And would come out of the oblivion every time someone asked me to name a person who understood me 'when I was young & searching and helped me see the world as a more profound place'.

Why so Serious!

Wanna know how I got these scars? My father was....a drinker. And a fiend. And one night he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit. So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. Turns to me and he says "Why so serious?" Comes at me with the knife,"Why so serious?" He sticks the blade in my mouth. "Lets put a smile on that face!" And..... Why so serious?

These lines have been immortalized by late Heath Ledger and like millions around the world, I decided to right about them in this blog. About these lines, about his performance and above all - Joker!

The lines are simply awesome, moreso as they are so ironic. In direct conflict with what they actually mean! Heath Ledger delivers a performance that I personally think is THE best performance i have seen anyone delivering onscreen. He evokes that tickling feeling when he goes on rampage. A feeling that probably your animal side enjoys while watching the Joker. I dunno if I am the only one who enjoyed what he was doing on screen so much.. Ripping apart people, burning money just for fun. Fun, sure he had and so did I! And loads of it!

With his whole face covered in color, somehow you know what expressions he has. You just know it. The brilliance of his performance lies in that. And when he describes why he kills with a knife and not a gun, he reaches his zenith. I almost felt I too needed to know a few of my friends better! ;) Those of you who haven't understood my last line, go watch the movie "The Dark Knight".

But what sets this movie apart is the subtle acknowledgment that its the good that completes the bad. Its the Gods who compliment the Devil and vice-versa. Had there been no good, perhaps there wouldn't have been any bad either.

Poor Raj Kapoor, for he could never imagine what all a Joker could do!

A Mighty Heart

A mighty heart... Was that the correct title for the film? Well indeed it was... What made me write this blog? I really don't know.. Perhaps cos the movie moves u. It moved me cos I knew that it was true. This did happen. And guess what? It continues to happen... Americans are doing it all over the world, somewhere legally, somewhere illegally, even Chinese do it. But don't we Indians do it as well?? Look around the newspapers and the answer lies there.. The Kashmiri separatists, the Naxalists, the ULFA... why is the 10% of the nation fighting it? Are we ready to face a few realities?

Today, one of my friends very casually remarked on how the Biharis have spread all over the place with a contempt at his face as if he was talking about some other species. Haven't many of us felt the same? But are we ready to ask ourselves where would they rather go if the rest of the nation doesn't help its state develop? Do we ever ask why is Naxalite movement spreading so fast? Branding 10% of the Indian population as anti-social certainly wouldn't be a solution!

We pay tips at the restaurants, but would pick up a fight with a rikshaw-wala over 5 rupees. We can spend Rs1000 on a single outing on a Friday night casually, but would ask 100 questions if someone asks for Rs 100 donation for a cause. We would lament that PM relief fund is not being used as the reason for not contributing towards anything good.

We say reservations are anti-merit. What merit are we talking about? Isn't it the same merit being bought in a coaching institute?

I know the questions are difficult and answers subjective. But unless we face them, the way forward is meaningless. I always felt secure away from death and violence. But a few days back only I realized maybe its not that far..

Jolie says in the film that wherever there would be misery, they (terrorists) find people. Ask yourself if you're one of those helping them get one more person... This pain that you can see everywhere now remember is like that of a swallowed tear that swells the throat. Its not the swelling that needs to be cured, it is the pain that caused the tear!

Aye mere pyaare watan...

I wanted to write a review of The Last Mughal. Finished it a few days back. But then I could hardly remember the starting as I read it about 6 months back. A special gift as it was, I started reading it in Malaysia and as luck would have it, completed it when I am in Helsinki. SO basically I read it never in the country it talks about, in the city I love as much as its Scottish writer does, but understand so little.

The book starts with how the last of the Great Mughal, Bahadur Shah II became the emperor of Delhi in his sixties. The once great Timurs' influence was now reduced to a small yet captivating city of Shahjahanabad that Shahajahan had built with so much of love. The old king with the pen-name of Zafar, was a marvelous gardener and an articulate poet. William Dalrymple vividly desribes how King only in name, Zafar could barely manage to exert his will inside the palace which had become full of cheating cocumbines and unruly illegitimate princes. The control of Delhi was more or less passed onto the British like in the rest of the India. But this did not stop Zafar from taking Delhi to its cultural zenith. It was an era of Ghalib, the times of Zauq. When courtesans doubled as tutors to children of the nobility teaching them the courtesies (adab). Zafar himself had a few as his disciples. Delhi was a city that hosted the Mushaiyaras every evening with fresh mangoes being served and the most refined Urdu being spoken. The words that Dalrymple uses immediately recreate that lost grandeur in front of your eyes.

As I read the initial few pages, the whole Chandni Chowk started to crowd my imagination. The streets I grew up in started to lose their shabbiness and regain their grandeur - such is the effect of William Dalrymple's words. The Havelis, the bazaars, the lanes, The Red Fort, the Jama Masjid were all transported to the Mughal era and I could see the streets hosting the poetry competitions between Zauq and Ghalib, with wine being served and songs by the courtesans. This was Delhi of 1857.

When 300 mutinous Hindu soldiers entered Red Fort in the middle of the night to seek the blessings of a Muslim king, he saw a chance to regain the pride his dynasty had lost in the past century. Dalrymple shows how the rebellion was not only a mutiny of some soldiers against their senior officers, it was at the same time a social, economic, political and military in nature. Scared and angered by the inroads that Christian missionaries were making in the Hindu and Muslim cultures, the whole of north India rose up against the mightiest Empire in the world. Today it is hard to imagine how the whole Hindu heartland rallied to Delhi proclaiming a Muslim king as its true ruler. But it was Zafar's hard-work over the years that gained him this respect. Extremely tolerant, he even banned cow-slaughter and didn't let the Rebellion turn against Hindus ever.

Meanwhile little did Zafar know how his nod of consent to the 300 sepoys would change the course of his beloved city and his famous dynasty. After killing the British in Delhi and thus capturing Delhi, the sepoys started looting the city for and wealth and soon enough the Dilliwallahs start despising whom they called Tilanganas. Dalrymple quotes various complaints to the emperor by common people against such plundering. He then shifts the focus to the British. How British try to regain the lost ground inch by inch. At this time Dalrymple cleverly reminds the reader of the situation that the world is seeing today in Palestine-Israel conflict. The book then gets into a trap of how the situation was worsening in the city and gets rather boring as Dalrymple keeps quoting various letters which are now preserved in National Archives of India. The ending is rather abrupt when the sepoys give in.

Dalrymple then describes how cruelly the British massacered the Delhi residents and how very muslim inhabitant was either killed or thrown out of the city they always lived in. The author gives a moving account of the public hanging of people, the destruction of Havelis and the Red Fort. Dalrymple then goes on to describe the last year of Zafar in exile till he dies.

The most interesting thing about the book is the way the author has dealt with the title character, that of Zafar. At one time he would be critical of him, at another - sympathetic. The reader is given a lot of space to decide on him. As for me, I found him to a weak man, a weaker husband and even a weaker king. But can anyone expect a man is his eighties to be as pragmatic? A ruler who became the king in his sixties when the whole of India had already given in to the British? How could he have behaved otherwise?

Perhaps the book is a lesson to the politicians of today to give way to the younger generation. N also for the world, on how can Islam be actually integrated with other religions and how atrocities lead to nothing but revenge. Overall, a must read for anyone who loves Delhi!

Another Adieu

So its time to leave a place again. Helsinki that is. A home away from home. A place I would have never come to live ever on my own had it not been for student exchange. But I just loved these three months. Though I kept on cribbing for not having good food, for cleaning the apptt on my own, for doing my laundry etc etc, but I can safely say it was amazing.
I still remember my first impressions of the city... "Where has the whole civilization disappeared???" Yeah, the streets looked deserted and the city was getting back to normal after the new year's vacation. Though situation didn't change much and i got really accustomed to not seeing many people around. N then it was great... the people, the place... even the cold weather! I also actually realized what it was to be Indian! How are we different and what makes us what we are. I know people who hate stereotyping, but a great deal of it is true.

The best part was... knowing myself... Staying away for everyone who mattered, I really learnt a lot about myself... What I like, what i don't. Whom do I like, whom I don't. What i can do without and what I can't. etc etc... It was a self-revelation of sorts. Going out of the comfort zone n all..

I guess I'll keep this post short, as I need to goto bed and wake up to return to my home... India!

Army!

Sorry people, I had thought of starting to blog very regularly once am here in Helsinki, but lazyness just got better of me... Anyways lemme start now... So here's this course called "European Integration Issues" that I have taken up which deals integration challenges that EU is facing.

N in today's class, i heard one of the most interesting discussions I have ever attended! It was how is army looked at in ur country... We, Indians very proudly proclaimed how much respect the armed forces receive in our country, n related this with the fact that our country has to be indulged in wars more often ( the last one in 1999), making us respect ppl who protect us... But what followed was beyond I could have ever expected... The German guy said Germans hate their army because of historical reasons (remember Hitler???). The French said, they r pretty indifferent. N guess what the Finnish people had to say..... "I think they are a waste of money"; "We can't pay them for doing nothing". Adding to the comic scene were the Mexicans who told about the system int their country about the mandatory army service. Apparently when ppl become 18 yrs old, they have to goto an office and pick up from a box one ball... One particular color implies that the person shall have to serve in the army, while the other means you dont hav to (!!!).. Yeah, its that arbit. N also even if u r unlucky to pick up the wrong ball, u can bribe your way out of it ;)

It's interesting to see people's reactions to topics like these! I remember sometime back, the topic of the debate was "what are you paid by the govt if you get fired" (!!!) I could barely believe my ears when i heard the topic! Everyone narrated how their respective govts support the person and his family of someone gets unemployed. N believe me what their govts were paying them was higher than what most of the people get when they are employed! When my turn came, I said why should and would govt. pay for the fact that my employer finds me useless??? But then I saw all the Europeans looking at me with disbelief cos i told them tht in India, its just 3 month basic salary n tht too is the upper lmt! Talk about disparity! N yep forgot to mention... on an avg, a EU cow receives $913 annually in subsidies! Need I say more???

:)