Kya Zinda Ho Tum?

Over the years a thought has come to my mind countless times but somehow I never got around to writing about it. How many people
do you meet who say “I am satisfied with my job”, one or two in a lifetime. Today a job is where you spend more time than even your home. What is also true is that most people are unhappy with their jobs. I have thought long and hard as to why this happens. Why is it so hard to find jobs that one would enjoy, be passionate  about, or be happy with? I am sure most of the people want such a job, then why can’t they get it.

The answer lies within each one of us, we just need to deep dive into our subconscious mind and take a peek. I come across people even from IITs and IIMs who are unhappy with  their jobs. Why I point out the colleges is because these are the most elite institutions in the country and passing out of such an institute not only gives you a much better chance to get a job than the rest of India, most times it also gives you the privilege to choose. Is the problem then in the factors that our decision is based on? Do we not assign a proper weight to passion or interest? Maybe. Let me give an example. There are so many people who would be shocked if someone told them that he/she left a job paying 75 grand/month for a job which pays just 50 grand/month.  I think a lot of people would call him/her crazy. “Abey thode din aur kar leta na kaam, acche paise toh mil rahe the”, “Itna bhi kya bura hoga, salary toh achi hai na”. Well I did it, and I don’t regret it at all. For me, passion will always weigh more than CTC.

Today we live in a world where we are judged 24X7. When we go to office, go for a meeting, go for a party, go out for coffee or even go to the kirana wala to buy bread n eggs. So what one values is how he/she is perceived by the world. Uncle aunty package poochenge toh kya batayeinge? MBA ke baad bhi itne hi paise milte hai? Saath wale toh keh rahe ki unke beta ka package isse double hai. I want to ask the saath walon ka beta, ‘Dude even with a package of 20 lacs, Are You Happy?’ Each and every person who steps into the world for a career is reduced to just three letters, CTC. Most poeple who ask don’t even know what it means. But, what they accomplish is to push people away from doing what they would love to, what they are passionate about.

Passion is what drives me and people who know me know that. One of my professors told me this story that became my inspiration for writing this. Once a baby camel asked his mother “Mom, why do we have a hump on our back?”,  the mother replied “So that we can store water for a long time”, then the son asked “But why do we have such huge feet?”, the mother replied “So that we can walk properly on sand” and then the son asked “Then WTF are we doing in the Zoo?”. If you are made for the desert, you belong in the desert. Another inspirational message for this piece came from a book written by Sir Ken Robinson, The Element – How Finding Your Passion Changes Everything. He also has one of the most watched talks on about how ‘Education Kills Creativity’. Its a must watch. I strongly believe that this problem would not have been so bad had education been a little different.

Basically what I am trying to say is Do what you Love, Its not that difficult. The first step to doing that is to get out of your comfort zone. (Yes even though we are miserable in our jobs, we somehow manage to be comfortable as it is routine). Remember what Joker said in The Dark Knight, “No one panics when things go according to plan”. If for some reason you think that’s not possible with your job then I suggest you find time to do other things that you are passionate about. Read, write, play a sport, catch up with friends. If you are packed during the week, find time on the weekend. If sports is something you like then getup at 6 and go play. I am sure you can find time at 6 in the morning. Unless you are happy, you are just wasting time and Farhan Akhtar rightly puts it in a film about living life. Toh Kya Zinda Ho Tum?

Dilon mein tum apni Betaabiyan leke chal rahe ho, Toh zinda ho tum; Nazar mein khwabon ki Bijliyan leke chal rahe ho, Toh zinda ho tum; Hawa ke jhokon ke jaise Aazad rehno sikho, Tum ek dariya ke jaise Lehron mein behna sikho; Har ek lamhe se tum milo Khole apni bhaayein, Har ek pal ek naya samha Dekhen yeh nigahaein; Jo apni aankhon mein Hairaniyan leke chal rahe ho, Toh zinda ho tum; Dilon mein tum apni Betaabiyan leke chal rahe ho, Toh zinda ho tum


The Waiting Corner

A lot of things have changed around us over the last decade or so. I can’t imagine where people went for coffee 15 yrs back because there was no Cafe Coffee Day or Barista. Shopping experience is no more on a road overflowing with people bargaining their lungs out, but in a Mall, over flowing with people (some things never change). This list also includes transition of cinemas to multiplex and the arrival of 20-20 in cricket.

While all these things were changing, our good old barber shops made way for hi-fi salons, having hair stylists instead of barbers, wearing matching uniforms. You are greeted as soon as you enter and are requested  to wait in such a manner, that you feel waiting is a privilege. The waiting lounge has a comfortable sofa and trendy magazines. In comparison, when you entered the old barbershops the floor would be dirty, the barber would say “sir abhi time lagega, wait karna padhega”, as if to say “our way or the high way” straight out of The Matrix.  There would be a waiting corner equipped with a single uncomfortable bench, sitting on which made you feel punished. Invariably a friend of one of the barbers would be sitting on the bench with a hindi news paper, gossiping about whatever he reads.

On one of my recent visits to the local barber I noticed some peculiar behaviour and started wondering whether others also feel the same or not. So on my last trip, I entered the shop and was asked to wait in the waiting corner where the barber’s friend was already sitting. As I sat on the bench (punishment for coming late), it made a creaking sound as if to tell me “Bhaagne ki koshish ki toh……” and I saw corroded nails surrounding me ( the barber’s goon had got me trapped, bollywood personified).  I had no choice but to wait so I picked up a Hindi newspaper and began to read. My first observation came when I was called by the barber for my turn and I realised that I had been reading the paper for the last 20 mins.  It had me hooked with stories about wives beating husbands and whacky celebrity gossip. Why did i get so lost reading the paper? Did it have something to do with the place? Why else would I be interested in such stupid things??? I brushed the thought aside and sat on the barber’s chair.

The barber started cutting my hair and switched on the TV, turning to the local channel showing movies. Sanam Bewafa was playing and Salman Khan was on the screen. This immediately started a debate between the barbers and the friend about how real is Salman’s body and is it better than SRK‘s body. One of them said “yeh sab camera ke effects hain asli body toh Sarukh ka hai”, the other countered with, “Arey Salman ka body toh bahut saal se hai, Sarukh ne toh abhi banaya hai” then suddenly my barber turn to me and says “Sir aap batao aapko toh pata hoga”. I didn’t know how to react to that. I just shrugged and wondered why they thought I would know this. Was it my paunch that had given them an illusion of a 6 pack???

The debate ended thanks to a dramatic scene in the film which caught everyone’s attention. Pran was telling his son to calm down and not get carried away in the heat of revenge. He said that revenge will be taken but the way he suggests. Then he asks his son the whereabouts of his dog (I am serious). The movie shifts to another scene and everyone gets back to work except me (duh…I didn’t have any work). In the next scene a bunch of boys are playing football and the ball goes into some bushes. One of the boys goes to pick up the ball and is attacked by a ferocious dog. The boy dies on the spot and his body is brought back to Salman’s house where everyone is devastated by the incident. Somehow nobody is surprised how Pran got his dog to kill the kid.

The next scene answered why. In the next scene Pran’s son is celebrating the kid’s death with a private dance performance from an item girl. The lyrics were “Angoor ka dana hoon, mujhe sui na chubha dena, sui jo chubhai toh ras tapkega, main kiss……main kissmiss ban jaungi”. I was amazed at the educational song but just then a horse (Yes, you read it right) entered the scene of the movie and started hitting Pran’s son till he was dead. At this point my barber told me that my haircut was done, but I didn’t wanna get up. I was so engrossed in the film and wanted to see if the two families had any more pets. This interest would not have developed had I been at home (which was my second observation). Hell, I wouldn’t even be watching the film if I was at home. Then why was I so interested in the film at the shop.

May be there is something about the good old barber shop which made Hindi newspapers addictive and crappy Hindi movies so damn interesting.

Flashback: Feelings Test

This is when you.......
This is when you.......

This post will be the first in a series of… well not so many when i think about it. Some days back i was going through my old stuff and remembered that i used to write a diary in school. So i started looking for it and did manage to find it. But i was so surprised when i read what I had written inside. I felt as if all the entries were by a different person and some of them were simply hilarious. At least that’s how they seem now. So i thought i should put up a post from that time when no one knew what blogging was and all we had were our not so  faithful diaries. (They just couldn’t keep it in. I mean if my mom happen to  get hold of one, then that was it. My diary would totally sell me out.)

Anyway (enough silliness), This is something i wrote when i was in 11th std. No, 12th std. No, 11th. I guess it was 12th only. I was studying for my chemistry bored(read board)exam and i was well ….really bored. I was reading about Fehling’s test. Let me just help all the non science students and standing out(read outstanding) students(like me) a little. It was some weird test where you mixed a lot of shit and if in the end there was brick red colour, the test was positive. So now this is what i made out of it.

Feeling’s Test – A test to see if the girl you love loves you or not.

Take about 50gms of courage(keep some in reserve just in case), 10gms of a mixture of the girl’s likes and dislikes, a little bit of honesty(don’t go asking your friends what it looks like), 5 to 10 lines of  romantic songs which express your love well (Note: originality mite lessen the reaction time), and loads of love.

Add all this up and mix nicely. Keep the girl under close observation(not too close……….yet 🙂 ) when you are mixing all the ingredients. If a pale red colour appears on her face and then it dissolves slowly to give way to some positive developments around her lips( this phenomenon is known as a smile which appears only for a few lucky ones) then the test is positive.

But if the colour that appears is not pale red but instead is dark red and fumes start coming out of the ears……then run for your life coz its gonna blow.

.....start running
.....start running

Important: If the girl’s face turns green and looks like she is gonna throw up then it means that you havn’t read the prerequisites for this test properly. A bath is COMPULSORY.