The matter of few minutes...

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By Neeraj Shinde
Mangalore, India
http://shindeneeraj.blogspot.com/
(This is a work of fiction but some parts of it are inspired from my real life incident on 11th July, 2006)
This story has bagged the first prize in the story contest at Infosys-Mangalore!

It has already started raining in Mumbai and the fun is back with the monsoon thrill – reminding me of those childhood days when I used to run out of my home to soak up my body in the early showers of the monsoon neglecting Mom’s cries to stay back home. The days when she used to worry about me over small issues and the days when she used to caress me passionately when I suffered from the slightest known fever.

Today, I am not that small and her worries have shown a gradual decrease with the passage of time. This is the time when I sit in my cubicle engrossed in my work miles away from home. Gone are those days leaving behind sheer memories of those good times.

I look outside the window to see the waters pouring down that fail to excite me anymore. Then I throw my sight at the oak tree just in front of the window that looked so fresh despite standing there for years. Reminds me of the freshness of Mom’s kiss she offered me on my forehead at times when I made her proud. I take a small sip from the coffee cup and glue my eyes back to the computer screen. I make several futile attempts to build back my concentration and finally stand up and walk towards the window and start staring at the cloudy sky which was once my sole reason of happiness during monsoons. But nothing succeeds to entertain me in this alien land. I start thinking about my city where the rains have a different meaning for me. Wish I could rewind my life a few years back to enjoy the rains and play in the mud, scaring Mom and making her run behind me. Wish I could still feel that healing touch at times when I am down.

Now my sight wanders deeper inside the clouds and so do my thoughts soon to realize Joyan patting on my shoulder.

‘Heard about the serial blasts in Mumbai? You’re from Mumbai right?’ Joyan said.

That was quite enough to distract my stream of thoughts over the past few minutes. I looked back at Joyan to discover that what he said was something damn serious.

‘Yes! Where did you hear this?’ I interrogated.

‘It’s in the news! Just a few minutes back several local trains were burst open.’ Joyan said.

That was enough to shake the floor beneath my foot. In no moment I came back to my desk trying to call my Brother Nikki’s cell. I looked at the watch that showed 18:46 IST - the time when commuters travel back to home – the peak hours of train travel. The news was enough to pump out liters of adrenaline off my body and I was able to feel the vacuum generated within my stomach. My heartbeats started multiplying when my every attempt failed to connect me to his cell. Somehow I was able to connect to the home number - never expecting Nikki to pick up the home phone at this point of time.

‘I heard of the blasts in the local trains! Is everybody safe?’ I asked.

‘Dad is still in office. No idea where Mom is! May be she is on the way home. I am very scared! Not able to contact her on cell too! Seems like all the mobile phones are jammed!’ Nikki was about to weep.

‘Damn! You mean she is traveling in train?’ I asked.

‘Yes!’ Nikki replied.

‘Don’t worry! She will be all right and I’ll give you a call after 10 minutes’ I allegedly spoke back pretending to handle the situation.

I kept the receiver down. Joyan was still standing behind me. He noticed the fear that was prevailing in my eyes that almost spoke everything.

‘Everything alright Nee?’ Joyan asked.

I shrugged unable to speak a single word.

That was followed by a continued silence. Then I tried in vain connecting to Mom’s cell a dozen times. I stood back in dismay and walked back towards the window unable to think how to react. All that wandered in my mind was Nikki’s voice and Mom’s face that were followed by malefic mentations. I looked back at the clouds that had by this time gathered the momentum and were down pouring vigorously than ever. The howling of the winds continued to scare me. Then I tried to look back at the oak which now resembled a faint outline and gradually started fading out of my vision. I could see its branches waving seeming to fight against the storm; struggling for its existence. The window pane made a huge bang over its frame but unable to distract my attention. Joyan closed the window. The darkness of the dusk started spreading its arms over me. Within a minute it was pitch dark and the tree was no more in the scene.

I came out of the building unable to bear the situation. It was raining like hell and I kept walking to find my oak which I wanted back from the arms of the dusk. But all I could see was darkness. I was able to feel the weight of my tears on my cheeks that were now mixed with the rain drops and were swept along. The wind was driving me crazy. I came back to my building and started walking upstairs back to my cubicle and saw Joyan coming towards me.

‘Where were you Nee? There was a call from your father. He told me to tell you that your Mom has just reached home.’ Joyan almost yelled.

And that seemed like a statement for which to hear one would like to die a thousand times. I could feel my lips stretching below my eyes that were still shedding tears – tears that now had a different meaning. I wasn’t able to stop myself hugging Joyan and ran at my desk and called Mom.

‘You scared me to death Mom! You cannot imagine how worried I was!’ I said.

I looked outside the window. The rains had calmed down.

‘You thought I would die?’ said Mom.

‘Oh! Come on Mom! This isn’t funny’ I said.

That reminded me back those days when I scared Mom and ran out in rain. It looked like she had taken the entire revenge in just a few minutes. Clearly she deserves a lot more than this. I was lucky to have my Mom back but the incident took away several mothers, fathers and husbands who no way deserved such a cheap death.

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So next time when you call someone!

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By Neeraj Shinde
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‘Hello?’ I heard a voice from an adjacent cubicle.
But I really didn’t bother to flex my neck that seemed so reluctant to disturb my eyes which were so engrossed in reading a mail from my Manager.

And I guessed it right. It was someone over the phone.
‘Who’s this?’ asked the voice
‘Hey! its you! What a pleasant surprise!’ the voice almost screamed and I’m sure that would have deafened everyone’s ears.

I turned around now taking keen interest in the conversation. It seemed like someone had called his friend after years of communicational dormancy. Naturally it feels so great to realize that someone remembers you and contacts you after years.

‘Can you call me after sometime? I am busy with an important work right now!’ said the voice and that was followed by a bang of the receiver.

Obviously that was the end of the conversation.

Well, this was an exemplary conversation which is quite common in our daily lives. The so called old friend now started to seem like someone so paltry that the voice over the adjacent cubicle wanted to avoid. Or may be the person was so busy that he was compelled to do so. The conversation was heard by several folks around and it is quite possible that each one had a different way of interpretation. But one thing was very sure that this must have hurt the voice over the other end which would have made him feel that something in this world is more important to his friend than him.

May be most of us have gone through similar situations sometime or the other. Some of us understand the situation and adapt to it whilst a few would build prejudiced mindset about their friends. Corporate life is so busy that most of the times the situation demands them to avoid unwanted calls. Ironically, most of the times these unwanted calls are the most wanted ones and prejudices could really shatter the relationships.

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Once when I was Jobless!

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This is one of the memorable incidents in my life; kinda experimental and could be hilarious for the reader.

Those were the days when we were just out of our engineering college still not hired by any of the companies in the job market. For me especially, it was a matter of great embarrassment rather than disappointment to be recognized as just another guy searching for a job and needless to say I was trying very badly to get something to work with. I had grown a huge network of friends by the time I was out from the engineering studies. I was never unknown of any of the recruitment drives that were happening in and around Mumbai and with me were two of my close friends Jicks and Shailesh. We all contacted each other informing about any of the recruitment drives happening in the city.

Internet and newspapers were the prime resources of information for all of us. All we wanted was a job and only a job regardless of the remuneration or work profile.

‘Heck!! We all are engineers yet jobless!’ We thought all the day. Despite having good academic record and educational background all we were were jobless! We started feeling paltry when none of us succeeded in this mission.

One such day, my phone rang. It was Jicks. He seemed to have another news of recruitment ad.
‘Have you read this Neeraj?’ he asked interestingly.

‘Read! Read what?’ I asked

‘About this classified recruitment ad for management trainees at lower parel? They want BEs and MBAs and above all freshers are invited. What say dude?’

That sounded interesting. An opportunity for another attempt or who knows this could be the purpose for which I was born. With no second thoughts I said ‘Okay’ and called Shailesh the very next moment. We called up the number that was printed in the classified soon to be responded by a soft feminine voice that told us to come tomorrow morning along with our CV for an initial interview.

Interviews were no new thing for all of us because we had attended a dozens of them since then. All we wanted was a job that could give us some recognition, a reason to breathe and eat.

The next morning me, Jicks and Shailesh reached the destination and were directed to a small office in a moderately old building. We were greeted by a girl who introduced herself as Tina, the assistant manager of the company. She collected out resumes, marked some circles on it the reason of which is still unclear to me even today.

‘Wait for 10 minutes and I shall get back to you.’ and Tina asked us to wait outside the cabin. We could see her talking to someone over the phone through the glass door. After a few minutes she came out of her cube and asked us to go downstairs to meet the Manager for a small interview. So we went downstairs to meet the manager. To our amazement, the manager was a beautiful lady hardly in her late twenties. Shailesh became kinda nervous when he saw her and his eyes were as if depicting ‘How the hell am I gonna talk to this lady. Am spellbound!’

She was a serious lady and seemed very pragmatic in her actions and language.
‘Are you three friends?’ she asked us

‘Yeah!’ we burst out in chorus and that could be the reason she interviewed us simultaneously. She asked us all those usual interview questions and we sincerely gave our usual answers.

‘Well!’ she said after the interview, ‘Can I see you all for a test tomorrow morning. The test could last the whole day and please make sure you abide with the dress code. Wear a tie when you come! Okay?’

We nodded.

‘What is the test about? How should we prepare for it?’ I asked while leaving. But she refused to tell anything about it.

‘That’s a surprise. You will get to know it tomorrow’ and that was the only response that we received.

That evening we spent our time guessing what would be the test about and what would be the outcome. We thought about Tina and the lady who took our interview. We had our fingers crossed and were praying desperately to get selected.

The next morning I wore my lucky shirt which had proved unlucky till now and reached the same office with Jicks and Shailesh. The environment of the office seemed very different today. There was a loudspeaker that was playing some hindi numbers. We started wondering whether we had reached the same place or not and were relieved when we saw Tina. She gave us a friendly smile and went back to her work. We were still not sure what the company was all about. There were many people sitting in the hall outside Tina’s cabin who seemed to be just other candidates like us.

‘Competitors!’ we thought in our mind.

It was 7:30 AM when we reached there and were told to wait. An hour passed by but we were still unattended. I started a conversation with one of the candidates. My heart sank when I learnt that he was an engineer with a MBA degree. Probably, there were many others with similar qualifications.

The loudspeaker was gradually deafening my ears and sitting on the hard chair was turning me on. By the time I had scanned all the newspapers that were lying before me on the small table. It was 9:45 AM now and suddenly the music stopped and there came a man with a pleasing smile. Following him were some more people who seemed to be professionals of some sort.

‘Good Morning friends!’, the man greeted us as he introduced himself to be working for 4 years with the company. He boasted to have acquired a good deal of experience in oral communications and salesmanship. And today he was a great asset for his company. We literally bit our fingers when he told us that he was just 12th grade passed. He believed that educational qualifications are not of much importance for the candidates they are looking for. That increased my anxiety and the mystery in my mind. I was able to see the enthusiasm on Jicks’s and Shailesh’s faces.

After that long speech, he told us that we need to travel to some place right now. That looked like some fun yet mysterious. Then he started calling the candidates in batches of two in a separate room, introduced them to a couple of people after which they left from the hall. It was Shailesh’s turn now. Keeping his fingers crossed he followed the man into the room where he was introduced to an elderly lady. After few minutes, Shailesh came out of the room with the lady, totally confused of what was happening to him. Speaking no word to me and Jicks, he left the hall with the lady.

Next were me and Jicks. In the room the man introduced us to two girls approximately of our ages. To be more frank, Jicks was introduced to a beautiful girl named Clara and myself to a girl named Sheela. Jicks and me looked at each other’s faces and pondered, then smiled as if we are going to have girlfriends! But to our dismay we were told that they would be our trainers as well as judges for the test that would be conducted today.

Just as the other folks, we came out of the room following Clara and Sheela. We came out of the building and Clara asked us if we had our breakfast as they were going to take us to Marine Lines. We nodded and started walking towards the railway station. On the way we gave them a brief introduction of ourselves and so did they. We could see people staring at beautiful Clara and then to us as we walked down the street. There were several questions haunting our mind now. I tried to ask Clara about the details of the test but she said that it was a surprise.

‘How long will it take?’ Jicks asked

‘I suppose you must be told that it would take a day for the test.’ Sheela replied with a compassionate smile.

That reply made us silent for a few moments. Sheela bought us the tickets and we boarded a train towards Churchgate. Soon we reached Marine Lines. By the time it was noon and Clara suggested that we would have an early lunch before we proceed.

‘Don’t worry guys! I shall pay the bill!’ she said and drove us in a decent restaurant. After the lunch we walked down the streets for almost half an hour to reach Xaveri bazaar which is well known for jewelry shops in Mumbai. And there started our test.
Clara said that she would be taking us to as many shops as possible till 4:00 PM and all we need to do is to see them talk to shopkeepers in selling some privilege card that offered them some discounts.

‘And after 4:00 PM?’ I asked.

‘Then you would imitate us!’ Sheela said.

Now we were getting the clear picture of the job profile. But we wanted to know more and so followed these gals to some shops. We saw some shopkeepers droving us out of their shops, some listening calmly to the explanation and some merely admiring our girls! Three hours passed by and we were fed up of all the thing.

‘This isn’t my job!’ I thought in my mind.

‘Neeraj, no matter what you would think about me but I want to sneak away from this. Right now! I can’t bear this any longer!’ Jicks told me

I smiled back to him as if conveying that you just stole my words. We decided to call Shailesh before and we learnt that the lady had taken him to a market place in Sion. We told him that we are leaving the job as if we had it. Shailesh wanted the same.

‘We don’t want to give this test Clara! We want to be technical guys. This is not for us!’ we said. The girls made several futile attempts to make us stay but we were adamant on our thoughts.

‘Sorry! And thanks for the lunch!’, I said and we left.

When we reached home we wanted to laugh at Shailesh cos’ he seemed to be in a more pathetic situation with the old lady and me and Jicks had the reason to boast for roaming with two beautiful girls on the streets of Mumbai.

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I want to wear that smile!

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By Neeraj Shinde
http://shindeneeraj.blogspot.com/

It was a very bad day for me. There are several instances when we do not know why things just happen. And simply wonder why don’t they happen our way. It was a lovely Friday evening and I was moving or rather wandering in the blues. After that weary week, it was again a time for another weekend. Usually I go home on weekends, cos’ that’s the only way I find out to quell my boredom. Moreover I prefer to spend maximum time with my family. It’s Friday when I am the happiest. But happiness has a relatively shorter life just for a natural reason that you cannot be happy all the time. And that could be the reason why every attempt of mine proved futile to excite me.

I was now walking on the street, towards home. To say, along with a crowd. To say, I am not alone. I am a part of the crowd; Of course not alone! I was along with so many people, whom I don’t know. They don’t know me either. But they make me feel I’m not alone. Then I remember my work, my cubicle, the people around and their faces. They are all smiling, appearing to be pleased and to please in my memories. May be even they would recall me in the same fashion. Then, I smile to myself presuming I smiled back to them. Yeah I smiled. Did I? Or my lips stretched! Probably, that was not a smile. It was just a response, a compelled reaction! I am a professional and how can I forget that. And my job is to please others and make people around me smile or rather happy.

I continued walking in the blues with no feelings of ecstasy for the weekend. Aimless! Just to see a tiny kid sitting in his father’s arms ahead of me. So comfy! I noticed his sparkling smile and was surprised to see his hand touching his side head, to salute me. I kept looking and soon started staring. Why was he doing this to me? I was clueless but the gesture of this tiny angel simply moved me. With no second thoughts, I responded him back with a salute and a huge smile. The child seemed very happy now! Happier than before. Neither did I know why he did that to me, nor I know why I did that to him. I do not want to understand the meaning behind the gesture but all that happened was just beautiful. Beauty doesn’t need explanation, Does it?
It’s all because some things cannot be explained, they simply happen!

Our roads diverged and soon I reached home with a new vigor and energy for the weekend.

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It's a dog's life!

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By Neeraj Shinde
http://shindeneeraj.blogspot.com

We humans always look down at these quadrupeds often by commenting “It’s a dog’s life” and “a dog’s death”. Known for their faithfulness these creatures are free from all the social forces and the so called shame. Certainly I cannot look down to them when I think of sex!

I woke up today morning and stood at the window pane glaring at the things on the other end. Another pleasant day with lots of things to do. The birds were chirping as usual, the city buses were busy again, people rushing towards there offices, children toddling towards their schools and the wind continued to scare little butterflies. Just the very next moment my eyes struck up with this couple deeply engaged in sex. But my center of interest was not in their act but to the reactions of the passer-bys. Of course I was concerned about the two as well. She looked younger than him with a well toned feminine figure enough to arouse any of the males of her species. And this lucky chap seemed so lucky to have her.

Just then passed a bike, a lad with his two little chicks on the rear seat. Interestingly, the man saw this couple in the intimate act and drove his bike with a 60 speed from 20 in not more than 3 seconds! It was a crowded street and people kept on moving steadily. There were even some of them who didn’t even bother what was going on. On the contrary some were so much bothered about them that they stopped and stared. A few smiled, a few frowned while a few pretended to be ignorant about it. But my hero here was not concerned of the world and neither was the heroine! So free, unrestricted, no bounds at all. They didn’t know what they were doing but they wanted to do it. Many a times, it seemed that this couple would be disturbed by the passing buses and trucks. But this morning they were in their high spirits and trying to convey the world that we don’t care a damn for you. And that’s what I call playful! Playful sex.

Can humans ever be so free! And that was the very next thought that tickled my mind. It’s not just about sex but do we enjoy the freedom as animals do? We love to be free but like to be within our bounds. We like to enjoy the beautiful things in life but we need to abide with all those limits. Just that we are humans! Civilized!

“The geyser’s on Neeraj!”
I heard my roommate screaming from within and discovered that I was getting late for work. I wished to see the climax just with the same anxiety as I would've when I watch the climax of a good movie. And how can I miss the climax! And that was the end of a great play – sex that was so free, so playful. Wonder if humans could do the same with such an ease and freedom. The ultimate answer I find is ‘No’ just when I recall the face of my nerdy neighbour who has four daughters and still desirous of a baby-boy!

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You could never be old father!

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By Neeraj Shinde
http://shindeneeraj.blogspot.com

I can’t work anymore! I want to sit home with you all and relax. I can’t carry all that anymore.”

Such words from Dad make me realize his entrance in Geezerhood. And, all of a sudden a bold, strong Dad becomes so weak, so timid. This is the time he feels he needs a break. This is followed by a reduction in confidence level and that’s a major reason of heartache in most of the seniors. I know great many people who dislike gray hairs mostly because of their pessimistic approach towards life. Reduction of confidence levels could be due to several factors apart from health fronts. It could be due to some unachieved feats or some things not confessed. Certainly, there is a feeling of dissatisfaction not due to loss of a long owned power but due to certain things not occurred or occurred and a few tasks yet unaccomplished. Nonetheless, there is no end to what one can do but life seems to be too short when one decides to do something great. Consequently, a feeling of failure starts haunting him.

“Are you crazy Dad? Don’t be a nerd. You are not old yet!” I say but Dad seems so reluctant to accept it.

Old age is mostly psychological rather than physical. When a father finds his sons taller than him, certainly makes him feel older. He starts feeling tired, weary for what he has done till date and wants to pass on his responsibilities. He feels the power of his arms within his sons and himself powerless as if he was never strong. No matter he is a great man for all the things he has done so far. This! Definitely is a time he has to be rewarded for all his efforts, for all the pains he took! Its time for him to feel his achievements and feel the bliss for which to achieve he has toiled till now. He is the one who taught me how to differentiate between the good and the bad, to fight against the unfair, to respect the great and to suppress the false. The lessons of ethics and the postulates of truth that you taught me are so strong to sustain me that I need not bother of my deviation from them for the rest of my life. Today, your body looks old but never would be your mind. You can still continue inspiring people and transform them into great humans, sculpt numerous of Neeraj, your words do have the same impact even today, and you rock even today!

You could never be old father!

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