Dogged Down

Not that I dislike animals, but they look good to me only from a distance (the more the distance, the better it is). I just can’t bring myself to cuddle them or play with them. With good authority, I can also say that this feeling is entirely mutual. This is especially true when it comes to dogs. We both love to hate each other. But it wasn’t always like this. I was happy to ignore them so long they also ignored me and life went on. The following instances have however made me a pucca dog hater (ok...the hutch pug is one exception, but only on TV mind you!)

Tail err... Tale 1
We were almost nearing the end of Trim 6 at SP, placements were over and everyone was just waiting for the dreaded Red Book exams to get over to do some Bharat Darshan before settling in the monotony of a job. 5 of us decided to explore Goa and off we went on a shoe string trip for 3 days. All was ok until we decided to take a walk on the Anjuna beach. Ramya, Kishore (Ramya’s then fiancée, and now husband), and I were enjoying the beautiful sunset. We were just walking back to our scooties when we saw a dog running towards us and barking furiously. I just started shouting and running. Yes, I know I broke a cardinal rule by running, but please try following this dumb rule when a dog is running behind you! Poor Ramya and Kishore tried to help, but I was deaf to all reasoning :) So now, I was running like mad to save my life (it did seem quite serious!) with the dog giving me a good chase. Suddenly I tripped and fell down. Arrgh, this is the end I thought. The dog came very close to me, then perhaps decided it wasn’t chivalrous to attack an injured adversary and moved on. I was shaking till we reached our apartment. This incident started and cemented the dislike.

Tale 2
Cut to Mumbai now where I was working after SP and staying with Richa and Mansi. While, Mansi is the fearless one amongst us when it comes to dogs, there can a very close competition between Richa and me as to who is more scared of these 4 legged creatures. But there is a slight difference...while I shout and run at the first instance of a barking close by, Richa just grabs hold of whoever is in front of her. So, more often than not, it fell upon Mansi to rescue us :) Infact, Nehal, another friend, used to wait till we entered our building whenever she came to drop us home! This incident happened when Mansi was out of town and Nehal was also not around. Richa and I were walking back home after dinner. There was a guy who was walking ahead of us and talking on his phone. Suddenly, we heard a couple of dogs barking. With our protectors not around, we did the next best thing: I started shouting and running and Richa grabbed the shoulder of the guy in front of us. The poor guy was shaken out of his wits and I can only imagine the reaction of onlookers (thank God there weren’t many, as it was about 10:30 pm)!

Tale 3
This incident, which occurred last week, actually prompted me to write this post. I was back to working in Cal, with Richa and Mansi also having shifted to Delhi. Now, Salt Lake, the area I live in, has lots of dogs. But for the last 1.5 years, we had managed to follow an ignore-each other policy, or so I thought. I was walking back home after office and was talking to Mansi when I saw 4 dogs in front of me. I narrated the situation to Mansi who told me to calm down and keep walking. But there is a slight problem of her giving advice sitting 2000 kms away and then, the inevitable happened. Barking, shouting and running, in that order. I ran to the nearest house and tried to open the gate, but found it locked. I was almost about to climb up the gate when sanity prevailed in the dogs. A couple of passersby helped me negotiate that stretch after which I reached home.

And life moves on...until the next doggy encounter...

Baptism by fire

However sympathetic / scared / worried / concerned one might be when one hears or reads about any disaster, the reaction when any known person / location is involved, undergoes a complete transformation. I still get goose bumps whenever I think of the Mumbai terror attacks last year and this I attribute solely to me staying in Mumbai for 3 years. A similar experience unfolded today.

It all started with a phone call from my home about a fire in a Park Street building close to Flury’s (the famous confectionary) and Music World (the music store run by the RPG group). They were concerned about TCC, a training centre towards MBA entrance exams. Before I move further, something more about TCC is warranted.

This place is run by Mr. Sandip Sen and his wife Dr. Soma Sen, 2 of the best people I have had the privilege to know. I had taken admission in another famous coaching centre during my 3rd year, but it turned out to be total waste. Then some known acquaintance suggested TCC and my friend and I, though skeptical, went to have a chat with Sir. I was mentally counting the additional money outgo and how much I have to repay my Dad! The first impression was good enough for me to enroll again for the coaching, though some bit of skepticism still remained. Whatever doubt remained, was completely removed in the classes and interaction that ensued. At the end of the classes, I was no more scared of the topics and the basics in each subject were so thoroughly covered that I could only wish I had similar teachers during my school days. But apart from the teaching, what these 2 people taught was a lesson for lifetime. Notions about values, ethics, punctuality, commitment, and life in general will stay with me for the entire life. Sir & Ma'am taught by practicing instead of preaching and as they say, what you see is easiest to follow :) While everyone used to be shit scared of Sir and just froze whenever he addressed us, with Ma’am, it was completely opposite. Ma’am’s sarcasm spared no one and that included Sir :). Along with them, Maitree di, who is the centre manager, Bimal da and Kunal da who helped in administration, ensured that each of us was treated like family.

Coming back to the trail, as soon as I heard about the fire, I called up TCC. My worst fears were confirmed when I was unable to get through both the numbers. I then called up Maitree di on her cell phone. Thankfully she immediately picked up and sobbingly she told me that they have just managed to save themselves from the inferno. I asked her if everyone was fine and she told me that no one was hurt and they have somehow got out. Even in such a situation, courteous as always, she thanked me for calling her and enquiring about their safety!

Meanwhile, someone in office switched the channels to a Bengali news channel and we saw the horror unfolding before our eyes. I was shaken to the core and just thanked God that none of them were hurt. 2 hours later, I went to Park Street (2 min walking distance from my office) and saw the tragic aftermath. While smoke was still billowing out of the building, there were people frantically waiting for news of their loved ones. Lot of families had their homes in the sprawling Stephen Court which also housed more than 100 offices. A guy waiting on the pavement with his family was crying uncontrollably, while his family members tried to give him the strength and rallied around him. I noticed my dentist’s assistance (he also had a house and his chamber there) and enquired about him. She told me they all also managed to get out from the fire safely.

A little further, I finally spotted Kunal da. He told me their escape story: he noticed some smoke and rushed out to evacuate the others. The others rushed out leaving everything behind, but by the time they stepped out (TCC is on the 3rd floor) onto the landing, they saw the stairs were already on fire, thereby cutting their source of exit. They ran inside and luckily one of the windows that didn’t have any bars, was big enough for them to squeeze out. They squeezed themselves out of the window and then stepped on the space between the 2 AC boxes situated outside the window. They remained in that position for close to 2 hours till someone extended a ladder to them which they used to climb down to safety..

When I returned home, I got to hear more stories – some good like the family owing the popular Barbeque restaurant just across the road. As luck would have it, the entire family was out lunching, coincidentally, at Barbeque at that time and hence got saved. Their house though, suffered quite a bit of damage. But, who cares about material possessions when the entire family managed to avoid this tragedy. Some stories ended tragically like that of a family who managed to save everyone, except the grandmother, who got trapped in a room. Till late evening, there was no news of her.

When I read tomorrow’s newspapers, the stories will definitely sound and read differently. I just pray that no one is trapped and hope that loss to life is minimal.




Left to Right: Kunal da, Sir, Maitree di, Ma'am and the student. Pic courtesy: Sify

What a match!

I finally managed to achieve what I have been planning for a long time now… watch a match at Eden – the mecca of cricket! For the ongoing India – Sri Lanka one day series, Dad somehow managed to get 2 tickets…given that I had office that day, he decided to accompany my kid bro for the 1^st half, with me replacing him in the 2nd half...

The day started with my boss announcing to everyone that he was in a very bad mood. Reason – for the 1^st time, he didn’t have a ticket for the match! Oh o I thought.. wrong time to disclose that I was going to Edens. However, once he came to know I had passes, he became more excited than me and was perfectly fine with allowing me to go to watch the 1^st innings as well J this reminded me of the IPL match between KKR & Mumbai Indians where Manish allowed us to run away from office to watch the match!

Tracking the score on cricinfo, I was aghast to see Sri Lanka run away to 315. Anyways, with the incentive of being at Eden Gardens and watching Sehwag / Sachin play, I entered the stadium to watch the 2^nd innings. My brother, who had been sitting through the 1^st innings, had by then, stocked the plastic water packets (water bottles were banned inside the ground) and even managed to patao a man sitting next to us to use his binoculars!

Sehwag & Sachin entered the field to a rapturous welcome. The 1^st boundary from Sehwag’s blade had everyone up & shouting. Sitting near me were 2 gentlemen who were obviously Eden veterans. They were perfectly content to just sit and watch the proceedings. They continuously kept their commentary going, but otherwise, never did they once get up and cheer a boundary or a shot well played...they just politely clapped.. This was in sharp contrast to a group of college students sitting in front of me. Every shot and every run saw them standing up and cheering like mad. This had a Bengali gentleman sitting behind me completely agitated and a shouting match ensued between the 2 before sanity prevailed. The group’s final comment to the gentleman were ‘picture thodi na dekhne aaye hai jo seat par baith kar rahenge’ :D

Suddenly, Sehwag gave catching practice to the fielder and departed. Crowd got restive, but no worries, Sachin was still there. Horrors o horrors, soon Tendulkar also joined Sehwag in the dressing room. There is literally a pin drop silence in the stands. Out walked Kohli and the general chit chat going around me is as follows:

‘aaj to gaya India…’

‘Juvraaj hoto to jeete jetaam aaj ke’ (If Yuvraaj was there, we would have won)

‘Dhoni nei, Juvraaj o nei – kichu hobe na Indiar aajke' ( No Dhoni, No Yuvraaj...nothing will work for India today)

As Kohli’s batting statistics were being displayed on the electronic screen, somebody commented

‘arey dekh iska career best 79 hai’

to which someone replied ‘abey to aaj wapas thodi na 79 maarega!!! ’

But, Kohli did hit 79…infact, bettered it by a mile… Each run from Kohli and Gambhir was cheered and any appeal from the bowler had the crowd booing loudly. And the atmosphere when the two got their centuries – one simply had to be there to witness the madness …Just when Kohli reached his century, the Eden veteran sitting near me, suddenly stood up… Ah..finally he gets up to cheer, were my thoughts… But, he took the water packets safely stored with him, opened them a bit and threw it high in the sky in front to celebrate the centurions J

Kohli fell to a good catch on the boundary but with the target within reaching distance, the crowd welcomed Dinesh Kartik and gave a standing ovation to Kohli. Just when we were 4 runs short of victory, the veterans stood up again…this time however, everyone was ready and ‘packet rain’ followed in the chill of December night as Gambhir hit the winning runs… Slightly soaked, but super charged, we made our way out of the stadium, having witnessed history today J

Pujo time

Pujas were just around the corner – a time when Calcutta completely transforms. Each area puts up a pandal for welcoming the goddess and she is kept in all finery for 5 days. Each pandal tries to outdo the other in their budgets and creativity to get the maximum crowds and the all important awards to establish their supremacy. Every year, my family goes for pandal hopping - a recce of the Puja at different places. It’s an all nighter with junk food and the works…don’t remember how this tradition of going for pandal hopping each year started at our place, but the festive atmosphere is surreal and each of us look forward to it.

This time however, I was in a slightly different frame of mind as we approached the Pujas. Aagh…its that time of the year again I thought. Teeming crowds thronging the roads, bumper to bumper traffic. My mood was not helped by the fact that 45 mins after starting from office, I was still almost half way from my home, a distance which I generally cover in 30 mins. Add to this my anxious colleague who through the days, kept thinking & talking (very loudly) only about the preparations for the Puja at her building complex. I was royally bugged and so all in all, the only saving grace for me was the 4 day holiday for Pujas…

Given my aversion, I was determined to give the pandal hopping a complete miss this year. Holidays started from the Saptami…sheer bliss J my day was panning out just the way I had planned… sleeping, movies, crossword etc etc…I could see the coming 3 days. Then in the evening, my Dad dropped a bomb shell…this year, there would be 2 rounds of pandal hopping – one within Salt Lake (a satellite residential township) & the 2^nd outside Salt Lake! Just as I was about to launch into my well rehearsed speech of not going along with them, came the next bomb shell… my driver would not be coming and so I would be the designated driver for the Salt Lake trip…Damn…all the lines about ‘if you want God to have a good laugh, tell him about your plans’ went through my mind…

Anyways, we started at some 10 pm and 5 mins onto the road, I was badly cursing all the cars in front of me… we were crawling at a snail’s pace and there was absolutely no place to park the car. We finally managed to find a place to park the car and still cursing, I got down with others to see the pandal…the melee of crowds at 10 enthusiastically moving to see the Goddess further irritated me (a pandal is a pandal and a goddess is a goddess! What’s the need to visit so many pandals?? were my words). But, the pandal was a work of art and the Goddess was divine. We then moved to the 2^nd and then the 3^rd and so many others. The enthusiasm of the people was infectious and soon I found myself enjoying the experience. The feeling of being truly blessed when you are looking up at the Goddess is too hard to describe in words. One simply has to be there to experience it. And yes, each pandal and each murti was unique.

To cut a long story short, the night and the next 2 days turned out to be simply fantastic experience. I fell in love with the city again…hats off to the karigars at kumartulli who modeled the Goddess such that no two pandals had the same type. The police and civic volunteers worked through the night to ensure that everyone had a good time. Kudos to them for this as the arrangements this year were just amazing. And as I tucked into an aalu dum at the famous Lake Kalibaari, my thoughts were ‘aaste bochor aabar hobe’

Bandhs

After a long hiatus, grey shades is back to talk about bandhs..

When we were kids, bandhs meant watching TV / reading books through the day. Then depending on whether it was a 12 hr or 24 hr bandh, we used to step out in the evening for chaat or a meal. All in all, we used to think a stay well spent…! My Dad however used to get super excited on these days. He conveniently used to stick a ‘Press’ poster on his car and rush to his office in the early hours of the morning before bandh officially kick started. I remember we sisters and friends praying fervently for a divine (read Mamta more often than not) intervention before every exam.

As we grew up, we realized bandhs are quite a regular phenomenon in this wonder state called Bengal. They were called for the slightest of reasons - lawlessness in the state, highhandedness of the govt in power, some policy of the central govt., - you name it, we have had it. And, promptly on that one call (whether by the state govt or the opposition), the entire city would shut down.

To give credit to the bandh callers, the day of the bandh was chosen quite strategically – not any day of the day would do… mind you, the bandh had to be on a Monday or a Friday so that the hardworking people of Bengal could get the benefit of an extended 3 day weekend. Who says politicians don’t work for the welfare of the people…!

Slowly but surely, the sheer futility of the bandhs hit us. Crippling the entire state on the whims and fancies of the CPM or the opposition was criminal. Spare a thought for the daily wage earners who wouldn’t get anything to eat if they don’t get a full day work. But, when you are tackling larger issues like terrorism, lawlessness, Singur, the daily wage earner can take a hike. I have no clue what was achieved through the bandhs and the damage done to Bengal and its people with each bandh was evident. I remember one bandh called in the city to protest against the terrorist attacks in Zaveri Bazar, Mumbai. On this, an Industry captain had commented: ‘I find it extremely funny that Mumbai is up and running the day after the attacks, while Calcutta has chosen to shut itself down in protest of these attacks’. This bandh obviously did not deter the terrorists from bombing Ahmedabad / Delhi / Mumbai etc. J

Today another 12 hr bandh has been called in the state to protest the attacks on the Congress workers by the CPM. Anyone who thought that the MLA who ran 3 kms in the paddy fields, chappals in hand and dhoti held high, to save his life from the CPM workers running behind him, would let this incident pass by were sorely mistaken. The entire state will pay for it – already evidenced by the torching of 7 state buses yesterday. To top it all, my 9 year old brother says ‘I had an exam today…awesome now I don’t have to study’ – somethings clearly haven’t changed...