Love Story-Dappled Dapper

Monday Morning

Good Morning everybody, perhaps you are reading it late in the night, say to yourself a good morning. The Sun is red and sky is dark purple, clock is showing 5:55 am. There is a room is in the vision with blurry characteristics, the window in the wall is open and he can touch the wall by his feet. The window is welcoming sweet cool air into room. Indian sub continent has an extreme summers, nights are impossible to be tolerated. With the itching, blurry eyes he stood up and searched his eye glasses. First thing in morning is to piss off and unload the pressure. While pissing he suddenly remember today is Monday, feelings for Monday wasn’t good. For any common man who works in any office, after a careless Sunday, Monday is a horrible dream.  It worked better than any coffee for him. All laziness gone and he started to recollect, what was left behind on Saturday that he need to finish. Poor chap, if boss found any tasks pending for this week, it can be a disaster.

He poured water inside his kettle and put it on to boil the water. After five minutes the kettle made a noise, water was ready. He poured water inside his cup with milk powder, later added some coffee and sugar.  Coffee ready!  After sipping two times, he shakes his head, and found himself into the mirror.

He is Ferdinand Paul, an educated electronics engineer turned into a working software developer. He is an Indian by both the parents but, still keeps an American way of living life. His looks are attractive, especially his hair styles. He always had then more trendy hairstyles that even his parents were horrified to see them.  He not so tall, but obviously he is mad about basket ball, Americas favorite game. His forte includes a different way of thinking which sometimes cause him troubles.

Good thing about India that diversity is so high that any kind of human can live the country. And so is our Fred. His are always different, but still he keep up fighting and dreams about reaching to the stars.

This description is a small one, more important is the story so let us move on.

Monday was bad day of all the days and especially for man like Fred. After his morning routines, he took his mundane exercise of walking towards the office. The way was from a small society to a big by pass road of a metropolitan. His office wasn’t a far distance, but taking this way daily has taken out the beauty of the scenes. He knew daily a group of young lads of locality, who don’t think they should be doing some works, will be ganging up. They make all sorts of noises when he passes by but it doesn’t effects him at all. Then on grand house comes in the right hand side, which building from ages and still going on.  The particular thing about that house is the workers changes in every few months.   Now he reaches the big bypass, fully crowded with vehicles of all sizes. Dust and smoke, are key ingredient in the air to breathe. He keeps on walking; saving himself from people coming with huge intensity as fire has broke out somewhere near.  But actually it is hurry to reach office that brings out so much athleticism into the people of metropolitan. Also air is filled with smells of fresh flowers, agarbati and soap fragrances. It ‘s an unbelievable scene for any country chap to believe that at that particular moment there were more number of people coming and going at bus stand than the people in his whole village are living. All ages, section and colors are present; it makes the scene ironical that how many people are there in this part of the world. Fred is a different kind of fellow he doesn’t even notice that. His steadily moving feet and straight head, focusing nowhere, is a stroll. He was too mechanical inn his ways and doesn’t have any clue how many people collided to him.

His apparent aim was in the vision now. A tall ten storey building with loads of glasses was shimmering in the sun. So He reached his destination.

In this all description of the morning scene, we forget to discuss how Fred actually looked this morning. Fred was application developer and he doesn’t have to be too formals in his appearance. The Organization, he is working does have a uniform, but because nobody cares what a developer should wear, Fred tries out his own ideas. After watching him sometimes its looks that a model has stepped down all the way from ramp to the office. People don’t comment about his appearance, till he is wearing something. This whole excerpt of his personality was important because here become contemporary in his looks a dapper. He is always inspired by the mood he holding up in the morning and wears accordingly.

 

Office.

Sixth floor of the building was totally covered by the company. This company basically deals with software solutions, especially for hardware based systems. Beautiful entrance with glasses, a guard saluting you, feels you are boss of at least one. So Fred entered into the office with usual mechanical walk and everybody did what they supposed to do, a cold hello to everyone to whom he met. He reached the desk and it’s a one by fourth section of a big round table. His almighty brain was continuously   reminding of Monday and he left with some work of Saturday still under his sleeves. Fred was little stirred and was ready to persuade his boss for one more days. His heart was heavy and he was expecting a call from boss’s cabin, a luxurious place to execute people.

It had a huge AC with a satin covered crouch, a big table with a shape of letter L, small section was occupied by a Laptop and bigger section has a big globe and a small clock. Behind this table the executioner sits in a big and comfortable black leather chair. Opposite to which there resides two chairs which victim’s fill. This wasn’t a court room drama to be in that cabin and people of staff had always measured the time period that who is more resilient, who can bear more. As per the records maximum time has been spent by an Old employee for sending the wrong quotation to the client. It was almost three hours, but there is a secret behind that valiance, actually that day his battery of hearing aid was weak that day and hence he doesn’t know himself what was actually said. That guy left then job due to his health reasons. But for this office he is still praised as Hero.

Suddenly the air of the office changed, there was uneasiness there. Anybody can sense that boss has arrived. The silence was all over and if some sound it was humming only. Fred was trying to keep his calm composure and watching the monitor like he has never seen it. Suddenly the peon, who always found in an unending happy state, was also in a surprised mode today. Signs were not good, may be boss had a fight at home with his wife. Fred has more reasons to be anxious as boss always hated the way he is dressed. So jaunty was not welcomed in the office. He started taking step s towards the hell as he thought about it, every time his feet touched the floor, his heart beat raised. At the door it was like he is doing bungee jumping. And he opened the door after a knock with the cry in his mind.

Cliff hanger.

As the name said it was a property of Shiva Kumar, he is the general manager for this branch and quite a boss. His basic traits were arrogance, chauvinism and impoliteness. He was devil and forgive someone was crime for himself.

So Fred’s entry in the room was like someone jumped from the cliff, the one can only close his eyes to be safe.

Fred’s eyes were closed for few seconds but his ears suddenly felt very nice and cozy. His brain suddenly knocked the door of eyes and said”Dude, according to Mr.ear there is a sweet female voice present in the surrounding”. And the shutter opened, in front of him, he found one beautiful lady sitting on the chair. At first glimpse Fred was knocked out, a perfect Indian girl.

 She had an elliptical face with beautiful shimmering eyes. Nose was small and sharp, kept, perfectly, in between two eyes. Just below it, with a measured distance, decorated two petals shaped lips and vertically ending with a pointed chin. Her hairs were tied tightly in a thick mesh. They were lengthy enough to reach down to her waste. She was smelling lily in them and forehead was decorated with a small circle in between her two eyes. 

She was fast and prompts in her ways. Her eyes were very focused, even though somebody is staring at her. She moves her hand rarely and composure was very concentrated. Only flaw was her smile although she was gorgeous but those lips were not able to emanate their beauty. They were mechanical only for speech. Also confuses other about her mood. She was well draped in an Indian wear and looked elegantly slim. A small amount of arrogance and pinch of proud, all this was Miss. Sree Lakashami Iyenger.

Fred’s brain had stopped working and whole world have disappeared from vision, only her. Above description was for Fred and his senses. He wasn’t shocked but fallen. That room was peaceful for him, because she was there. Boss was tolerable because she was there. He forgot all nervousness and frightfulness.

By now everybody in the room has realized that somebody had entered the room. As expected Mr.Shiva Kumar took Fred’s name in a jeered tone. It was enough to break the ice and bring Fred back to reality. His vision suddenly widened and he was able to see his boss’s annoyed face. He suddenly up till now his boss has introduced him more than one time, actually he doesn’t know how many times, and he have not responded to her. This gave him a little embarrassment.

Her face was also a little taken aback by Fred’s ways. In the end they shook hands and occupied the seats.

So now was Mr.Kumar’s turn to introduce her, as u all know the name, she was a new recruit and here first assignment was to join Fred’s team as team member to pace up the project. Some of the team members were promoted and Fred was not. According to the boss he was too loony and totally unfocused. Not a bad comment at all for Fred as he was out of this world personality for this office at least. She was a software engineer by education and a bright student as per grades. She was a good competition for Fred.

 Smitten.

The aura of the room was mixed now; half air was filled with love and half with haughtiness. It was like from one end the river of proud and river of love are been mixing and they are creating a whirlpool of emotions. The lady in that room was so uncomfortable, but how can she let it out. She concealed her feeling under the cloak of professionalism.

Everybody in the world admits that these subtle species of Homo sapiens are actually possessive some mystical power too. They can almost guess 80% of men around them, are thinking. Though they don’t boast of it, but a little deep analysis can make out that.

So as Mr.Kumar was ordering them to get goals and plan well etc etc, Fred was not following anything. His brain and eyes were not in control, the beautiful face he has seen and the glimpse was not enough. He was feeling hoarse and addicted. He was sitting next to her and her presence was making him check himself. He was keeping his hands on the mouth and try to smell his own breathe. After every 2 minute he moves his neck at a small angle, trying whether she was watching him or not. There was a tempest going on and she was not at all responding. Every time their eyes met she resettled her stole and again back to Mr.Kumar.  

Ultimately the speech of Mr.Kumar got over, and it wasn’t a merry feeling after it, for both of them. She took a file from Mr.Kumar and Fred was confused where to see now as the spell broke out.

Mr.Kumar, suddenly directed his voice towards Fred, “Fred have done that work, and you have been assigned on Saturday?” “Oops! It was not expected,now “Fred’s brain said to himself. Actually by now Fred thought Mr.Kumar have forgotten all and may be due to the beautiful face, he may let go.

 But Fred cannot take all this now; it can be disastrous for the impression. This lame was acting smart today, Fred thought about his brain. He quickly answered” it is done that day itself. Do you need it now”? Complete silence, boss was not expecting this and so he was clueless. He said in jeered tone “ok ok, send to me by evening I will check it. Or maybe tomorrow, right now I m busy with some work!” 

Fred was excited; it was a silent assassination, a man who never listens to anybody, was convinced by an odd chance. Presence of woman has effects on everyone. 

   

Knackered!

It is unbelievable that I’ m again writing all this for nobody. This is not a frustration anymore, rather a fascination. All night I was talking to an old friend, this is the only recreation is left with me. These days phone is my best friend and whoever is talking at the other side, is phone’s voice. Phone is good to me, sometime little critical, but an amazing carny. As we were talking about my friend, the Army Guy, He is a fun guy and pretty straight forward in his feelings and terms. He told me how he was impressed by three characters of the class room as they stood out of league. Their stature of being so versatile was unachievable. They were not together but identities. Their effects were even not known to their own selves. They were lovers, writers, dreamers and fighters. Their strength stood in their faith, proving the world no matter what the scenario. When we were discussing this I went nostalgic, somewhere those years and efforts were alive in my eyes and they were on my cheeks after slipping from eyes.
He was trying to remind me, that I never craved anything that time. I only believed in doing and putting the best efforts. Results were not into the picture. That time we all enjoyed, not bargained for fun. That was we and life straight connection, no negotiation at all. Then why today for every effort I’m begging to people. The fun quotient is gone. I have not changed; nothing has changed only the outlook is changed. I never asked her highness to love me then why I’m disappointed when she is happy with someone. I never played a single day basket for win, it was just having fun. Though both of the sentence I wrote, are partially wrong too as they were the other sides of the coin. Still my abilities to perform any task are not diminished, but my attitude has.
You know these days I m feeling I m getting awaken by the life, the dream land is over. The way life is doing is very cruel. As we two chatter bugs were chatting he told me how army life is very good and at the same is a hell. The kind of treatment they get in their budding years, is that only fittest can survive. And believe me he told me until and unless you think you are fittest, you not fittest. It’s war with your own self. Where you inner self shows you all worst scenarios and ditches you every second moment. But a true soldier conquers it well. And he told me I have to believe in myself no MNC is bigger than me and no amount of money can measure you. So keep the right foot ahead instead of turning your head back.
It was inspiring, very inspiring. I just felt the fire in my heart is out. It was an emotional moment, the phone got disconnected as my balance was over and my tears and screeching were not heard by him. I have promised myself that i will not beg to luck any more, rather I will not beg to anyone.
What I was is past. And what I will be is future and in between stands is me and my efforts for carving out this present moment.
Now at least I don’t fear of failure. Even if I have to do a boot polish to earn my livelihood, I will not be ashamed. Engineering was not a guarantee to happy life.

Stonkered

Hi to only friend Mr.Cool , who’s actually doing his duty instead of enjoying my blogs. I don’t know what made me start writing all these crap even though I knew I will not find the readers. By Reader I remember Kate got an Oscar for best actor, female last week. As this year’s Oscar was a celebration for Indians as from release of Taare Zameen Par till the December last year, every global Indian has brightness in his eyes. They can clearly see that this year will not go in vain. Especially when throughput the year Mr Aamir Khan,a  unique actor launched himself as a director. I would not take his credits for making a good film but still winning Oscar for it was a derby race. We all bet on it, and finally it failed to be even among the nominations. This whole episode told me that things are relative in existence. The Irony is both the movie was about young blood of country and what problems they are facing. An underdog who is genius in its own self, but people fail to recognize and in other one lover boy searching his lost beloved. The backdrops of the both the stories were Mumbai. Only difference, was the section of society been portrayed.  If we see the script the things were common. As it was just not addressing the problems but it were realities of life. The depiction was rare of a kind.  Total movies were full of younger generation of the country and at the end showing how this generation treats their problem.

The most remarkable part of this whole event was it made me identify myself somewhere and told me that even though I have flaws with me and my ways are different to address problems. But that doesn’t mean I lost it. I should be trying my hands on any freakish concept in which I believe in, no matter how alien it is to the people.  My brave efforts will give the next generation a new avenue for putting a fight.

         Today I talked to my father and I felt somewhere he is hindering me in trusting myself. I know he is protective and trying to show me a big picture. But is it not about trying a new thing important.  Somewhere I m trapped in my own self now. The work is not learning any more. It’s a burden and I remember I never did the burdens in my whole life always what my heart said. I guess this a time where my inner self is provoking me as an identity and individual. I want to risks and if something happens, have to take the responsibility. This isn’t about searching Latika but it is about who wants to be billionaire.  I guess my life’s Latika was murdered recently and left me drier.  This is not about just me when I see all together myself, it about a persona who was living on high some years ago and now suddenly crumbling like anything.

   I need to address my friend who is reading, I want him to understand that why isn’t he is clearly about things. He knows some eventful things have happened in his life and as a friend if he will not share the matter I may end up in  a situation where my  actions can affect him. And  things can go weird , I m saying all this because I really had very nad experience in my past , where people took me other way and I found myself hurt by someone. So I don’t want take any chances in future.