Monday, October 15, 2007

Trip to Hyderabad

October 8, 2007
Muni and I were to leave by train from Bombay to Hyderabad today. The train was at 9:50p.m We had decided to leave our place at 7:30 and thought that should be good enough time to reach the station. It was 8:15, and Muni had not yet come home, and I was busy chasing a pigeon out of the house!
Anyway, we ran out of the house at 8:40, left the pigeon to stay on, as I just could not get him out in spite of everything I tried. We took that much time to leave, coz Mr. Muni had not packed. And the boy packs everything he possibly can; towel, bed sheet, clothes, extra clothes, reserve clothes!!
We left the house running and ran all the way to the auto stand. Took an auto to Andheri station. Looked at the queue there for tickets, smiled at each other and just continued running. We both knew that if we get caught for travelling without tickets today, we’ll just tip the cop and move on, coz there was not a second to waste.
Reached the platform, and just as we got there, a fast train to Dadar arrived. We jumped in. managed to find seats as we were going against the Junta coming from town. Waited anxiously till we reached Dadar. Neither of us said a word. On reaching Dadar, we ran to the platform of the Central Line. Waited for the train to come and jumped into the one going to CST. The time was 9:30. We heard that the train would take 20 minutes to reach CST. We were cutting it close. Real close!
We waited. But this time we spoke. We knew there is no point in continuing to be tense. We did what we could and now it’s all in the hands of the Indian Railways!
We reached CST at 9:50 sharp. We jumped off the train even before it came to a complete halt and just ran to the section of external trains. We managed to spot our train number, and I continued running to find out which compartment we were in. Muni just stopped and said not to worry coz we’ve managed to catch the train, and he goes to buy magazines and water. I just couldn’t believe the guy. After all that running around, I just wanted to get into the train and sit peacefully, and this guy goes for entertainment. But before I could say anything, the train began to move, and I just hopped into the compartment closest to me. Muni joined me shortly after making his purchases, and we waded our way through the demography to reach our seats. Politely asked the gentlemen who had occupied it to please get their asses off, and we both sat down there. I made a few phone calls that I left to call only once I’m in the train, and then went to my berth on top with a magazine in my hand. Read about half a para of a half page article, and I was fast asleep. Only time I woke up was when Muni asked me for my DL as the TT had come there. Apart from that, I slept in the best possible manner a person can sleep without a pillow and quilt in a rollicking train..

October 9, 2007
We were supposed to reach Hyderabad at 12 noon. At about 11:45, I was telling Muni that we should begin getting ready, and he tells me that we just reached Gulbarga. Now my geography is quite bad and I didn’t know how far Gulbarga was from Hyderabad.. So I continued to pack up and Muni says that we were supposed to reach Gulbarga at 9a.m itself, and the train is running nearly 3 hours late. It was then that we learnt, after talking to some fellow passengers, that the train had stalled for close to 3 hours in the night because of some engine failure and it had to be corrected. Muni and I were completely oblivious to that whole incident. Anyway, we had to wait 3 hours longer to get to Hyderabad now. Bala kept calling and asking where we were. He had reached by 12 itself. Actually an hour later than he was expected to, but all the same, way earlier than us. He was catching up with Gopal with some Teachers and was waiting for us to give him company. Finally, Muni and I made it to Gop’s house by 4. We knew we barely had much time to go anywhere out now. But we decided to go some place close by any case, and just had some whisky to relax after the journey. But Teachers is no ordinary whisky (I’m yet to drink a kind of whisky that is ‘ordinary’) and soon, all of us were pretty tipsy, and Bala, true to his style, was too lazy to go out anywhere. He went and changed and got all ready to pop it. So we just ordered some food home and continued with our boozing.
It was pretty funny; the only thing that changed was the location. Bombay to Hyderabad. That apart, the 3 of us were doing the exact same thing. Drinking whisky, having a conversation tipping on the edge of an argument, and socializing with a bunch of friends!
Anyway, it was our first day in Hyderabad, and we may not have gone out anywhere, but at least we caught up with Gopal and life in Hyderabad.

October 10, 2007
Anjali had called me the previous day and even mailed me saying we have something to do for SCM project. So I woke up early and just when I was about to sit for the project, Bala, as full of surprises he is always, tells me that he already finished making the slides that Anjali had asked us to. I was so pleased to know that I don’t have any work to do on it now, and given the sudden amount of free time at my disposal, decided to go on a jog and check out Hyderabad. Something I wanted to do yesterday itself but couldn’t because of lazy roommates!
Well, took a nice long jog. Saw NIFT and some office campuses around Gopals house. Had a good time and got back home and got ready. Soon, Bala also got ready and the two of us decided to go and have breakfast. We took a short walk and didn’t find any decent restaurant. The only one that we found seemed like a 5-star, and they had buffet breakfast for Rs 99. It was certainly above what we would have liked to spend for ‘breakfast’, but on checking out what was available, we decided to fill our stomachs there itself, especially considering how hungry we were. So between the two of us, we had an omlette, dosa, vada, semia, pancakes, salami, sausages, mango milkshake, doughnuts.. The list was endless!
We got back home, completely satiated and waited for Gopal and Muni to get ready. Once they were through, the 4 of us went on 2 Bullets to check out Hyderabad. This was the start of what was going to be an awesome bike journey for the four of us..

First we went to Salar Jung Museum. We got there by 12, and decided not to spend too much time there. But by the time we completed about half the museum, it was close to 3. Way beyond schedule and not even through with the museum! But we decided to get out of there, lest we miss lunch and got to a hotel which the Museum guard recommended. Just about managed to catch lunch there and it was awesome! The waiter had actually told us that lunch was over when we got there, but somehow squeezed us in. We were really grateful to him, for not only giving us food, but also serving some typical Hyderabadi food, which was one of our main purposes of visit here. After stuffing ourselves, we went to Charminar.
This was a place I’d been to long time ago. I barely remembered the place, but it was really nice seeing it. Spent some time there. Walked up the small staircase to the top and caught the brilliant view. It was especially spectacular because of all the Muslim people there in lieu of Ramzan.

We got chatting with the guard on top of Charminar who realized we were Bangaloreans and began talking to us in Kannada. He told us a lot about the history and the culture there, then even told us the shortest way to get to Golconda, which was our next stop.
There was a ‘Sound and Light’ show at Golconda, scheduled to begin at 7p.m. We got there in time, but had no clue what was in store for us. When the show actually began, we were completely taken aback. It was one of the most brilliant concepts I’ve seen. The show itself may not have been great in content, but the concept behind it was something none of us had ever seen before.

After the show at Golconda, we took some photos around and then decided to ride back home. Now this was the highlight of the entire bike trip!
We had covered everything we had seen for the day and were pretty tired. All we wanted to do was get home. But Gop decides to take a route he had no clue about, following the directions given by some guy in Telugu, a language none of us understand very well. We started riding, and in some time, landed up in a paddy field – in the middle of absolutely nowhere!

I was riding the bike at this point of time, and the roads were so bad, that Muni wasn’t giving me the Helmet to wear. He was so scared of the roads that he had it on most of the time. Of course, when the insects started getting into my eyes and mouth, I had not alternative but to pry the Helmet away from the Monster.
After lots of twists and turns, numerous dead ends, rollicking terrains, and asking directions from so many people and communicating with them mostly in sign language, we finally managed to reach a ‘main road’. Now all we had to do was figure if we had to go left or right to reach our place and keep driving.
I was totally famished by this time. Hands all ached maneuvering that big bike. We finally hit a pub that was close to Gop’s place, had some beer there and then went to a nice hotel for dinner. I was dozing off at the hotel in between my food – was that tired!
We soon got back home, and I crashed out.

October 11, 2007
Gopal had to go to office today and asked us to meet him there at 12 noon so that he could show us around. We were so tired from the previous day and feeling so lazy, that by the time we reached Microsoft office, it was nearly 1.
Anyway, Gop showed us the place and we were totally floored.

Bal kept saying it resembles a lot of Infy in Bangalore, but I’ve never seen Infy and never seen a campus like this before. Synthetic Basket ball courts, tennis courts, an amphi theatre, Barista and Frankie outlets… and this is just the outside. inside, it’s another story. Microsoft has a tie up with Coca-Cola, so all there vending machines are from Coke. That not only means having soft drinks like Coke and Fanta, but also getting to have Georgia coffee! This is nothing. The highlight is a small place right next to the vending machines – the Xbox 360 Console!! We just sat in front of it with out coffee\coke and Bala tried fidgeting with the system. Of course, we couldn’t get the hang of playing most of the games, so we decided to chuck that. some of the other interesting things inside the MS office were pool tables, a huge huge canteen, large screens for watching matches and stuff – the whole place was just brilliant!

After this, we went to ISB. Muni knew someone working there, and he arranged for an ISB tour for us. We were lucky that the students had a term break, so the whole place was completely free for our ‘tour’. This really friendly lady showed us the entire place and at the end of it, I came to 2 conclusions – one was, I should not have left an IT job after seeing MS, and second was, I should have considered ISB while thinking of doing my MBA!
Anyway, not having the time to feel guilty for too long, we rushed back to Gop’s place, took our stuff, went to the train station and travelled to the main train station of Hyderabad from where we were to catch our train to Bangalore. Just before this, we went to a place near the Husain Sagar Lake called Eat Street and grabbed some food. Really nice place this was. Something like Bandstand of Bombay – place for all the couples of Hyderabad. I think Bangalore is the only place that doesn’t have something like this!

Anyway, it was where we were headed, and no matter how badly the place sucks, it is where home is, so can’t really complain..

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Trip to Chennai 3

This is my third visit to Chennai. First time around I was a little kid. Only thing I remember from that trip was the nights being so scorching hot that I tried implementing an Elsi ma’am piece of advice about hot climes which involved throwing water on the floor and sleeping on it. I don’t remember it helping much because Chennai can really burn during summers. The second visit here was to LIBA, the place I came to this time also, only the reasons were entirely different. The previous time, I came here for an admission into LIBA, now I was participating in their fest.

Chennai Express: Satyam, Shambhu, Souvik, Ashish, Prakash, Aparna and myself made the trip from Mumbai to Chennai on the Chennai Express from the night of Thursday the 8th to the evening of Friday the 9th. 6 of us barring Satyam made up the official team from NMIMS to LIBA. I pushed these guys into making it in good time to the railway station and we had more than half an hour to chill once inside the train before it chugged away from the station. I didn’t mind it much with my record of missing flights and would much rather be ahead of time than on it. Aparna of course cribbed about the excess half an hour she had to spend in the ‘filthy’ train. This was only the beginning of the pessimistic hurricane that went by various names like ‘Apu’, ‘Venu’ and ‘Gopu’ during the course of the trip.
The train journey was a lot of fun. When we started off, I narrated my NFM (near flight misses) experiences. I have had 2 flight misses and several close shaves with flights till date and it made for some very funny stories in the train. Most of the jokes for the rest of the trip were basically centered around Shambhu who possesses a lot of Hari-like qualities whereby he pretty much puts himself on a pedestal asking people to mock him! I think it’s a quality of all these guys who have been into a lot of sports since a young age and have imbibed this extreme competitive nature wherein they just won’t give up, no matter how disadvantaged they would be. Satyam clearly had the verbal edge over Shambhu and used to take his case so badly, but Shambhu would never call it quits and try to repartee with Satyam and repeatedly entered a badinage where he always got screwed by Satyam.
It was so funny to hear their banters. Satyam would keep calling Shambhu names like ‘chaman’, ‘shikari’, ‘laal’ and what not. I would crack up every time he starts off on Shambhu. Even Souvik would occasionally join in calling Shambhu an ‘irrelevant piece of shit’ or something like that. I remember one occasion when Shambhu managed to get one back. Satyam had asked Shambhu to look out the window saying ‘woh dekh, Sone ki chidiya’ and Shambhu retaliated by pointing at Satyam saying ‘who dekh, chutiya’.
Satyam of course had many other jokes to share along the way. One was a classic Hindi\Northi culture kind of a joke. ‘ek baar train mein ek aadmi TT ki kapde pahen ke ticket puchne laga. Aur jab ek family ke paas ticket nahi thi, woh unka fine leke, train se kuud gaya’. The way he said it itself was so funny that most us broke into a guffaw. Then he goes on to say ‘ek aur baat pata hai? Woh family meri hi thi’. More laughs. Even Ashish chipped in saying ‘ek aur baat pata hai? Woh TT hamara Shambhu hi tha’ lol…
There were very few dull moments in the train, we were either having a good laugh about something (which was Shambhu in most cases) or playing some games or simply catching 40 winks. I remember the games we played. Aparna took 40 minutes to introduce us to two games, ‘Battlefield’ and ‘Mafia’. Both games that Shambhu and I never heard before because Shambhu never understood the point of “indoor” games. According to him, by definition itself, games are outdoors. And I’ve been more fond of simpler indoor games like ‘7up’ and ‘scissor-paper-stone’. But anyway, we were among MBA’s now and a strategy game like ‘Battlefield’ sounded interesting especially with the constraint of having just four players willing to play. Shambhu, Prakash, Aparna and I played two back to back games. And Shambhu took such a long time to figure the game out, but finally got it in the nick to time to beat me to first place in the second game. Aparna who taught us the game sweetly came last in both rounds. Prakash with a lot of ‘Battlefield’ experience and strategic thinking carefully decimated people in the game. He and I drew the first game and Shambhu made such a fuss about the way we played that he introduced a million rules before the next game, every one of which he broke, before the won the second game. That guy is a riot! But ‘Battlefield’ was a good fun time pass game. Definitely gonna play more of it in the future.

Chennai Central: Our eventful train journey came to an end by 7:30 p.m. on Friday the 9th and we got off at Chennai Central where we now had to face the notorious Chennai Rickshaw-wala’s in getting us to LIBA. We decided to split ourselves in 3 autos, one taking Aparna to her relatives house where she planned on spending the night and two taking the rest of us to LIBA. Aparna was quite clear until that point of time that her relatives place was quite close to the station, so she would carry on by herself. I asked her to call me though once she reaches the place. However, just before we found the auto’s, I suggested that some of us should go with Aparna and ensure she reaches her place and then come to LIBA. At that Aparna, like a typical girl, says ‘oh, so you couldn’t think of this earlier?’ man, she is too cute. These feminist women are really funny. They will say and do things to show they can manage things and do whatever a guy can, but deep down they would actually like a guy to look out for them. I can already feel all the feminists out there hotting up as I say this. But I really think its true on some levels. Known a lot of feminists to behave that way. The only difference between a feminist and a non-feminist is that a non-feminist explicitly shows the need for male dominance, but both of them always implicitly feel the need for it, on at least certain essential levels. And for a fact, the non-feminist generation died with our parents. I seriously doubt if any of the girls my age would fit into that category. Almost every girl is a feminist these days. However, in my definition they are ‘wannabe-feminists’. The trick is to let them believe they are true feminists, because if I ever try to argue my case, I’ll get mauled by terms like ‘MCP’ and ‘Jerk’ !!
Anyway, Ashish and I went along with Aparna to drop her home and on the way we stopped at a sweets shop as Aparna wanted to pick something for her relatives. We went into this one place where Aparna gave the shop owners a ‘Baskin-Robbins’ sort of a treatment by asking to taste every sweet available before making her purchase. This was kinda a sequel to our ‘sweety’ experience at Mahabaleshwar, where we went about trying all the jams and juices on display. I was only thankful that Krishna Sweets did not have as much variety as Mapro fruits!
The rest of the auto journey, we sat and debated about MBA at NMIMS, a topic that comes up every time students from NMIMS visit other b-schools and the comparison begins. Aparna was doing the rounds of bitching about college and Ashish and I were on the other side trying to reason with our current situation. I did share some of my feelings, more of which can be read on my other blog: sandeeplife.blogspot.com
By the time we reached Aparna’s relatives place, she was feeling pretty depressed about things. I felt quite bad for her and later even sent a consoling message, but I wonder if it helped.
Anyway, Ashish and I got back to LIBA where the rest of the gang were already settled in. we had our rooms in the third floor of the guys hostel. And there were some neat arrangements made in this hostel. The ground floor was for all the girls from out-station colleges and rooms on the remaining floors were given for the guys. It was a pretty ‘forward’ living situation, and one that is actually quite necessary in a b-school environment. But the arrangement was only for the purpose of the fest, on regular days the girls stay at a hostel outside the campus. Pretty weird, the guys are given a hostel accommodation within the college premises, but the girls are asked to stay outside!
Well, we settled in, freshened up, had dinner at the college canteen, which was very typical southi food that a northi person would normally not appreciate very much. So as expected, all these guys cribbed about the food. Then after dinner, we went for a walk outside campus, in search for a phone booth to make some calls. I called bala for a couple of things and at the end of our conversation he says “dude, things are under control here, you just have fun” I hung up really wishing I could believe that!

LIBA Chrysalis, Day 1: We slept pretty late the previous night, but I managed to wake up and get ready in time for the inaugural ceremony at 9 a.m. Prakash and I walked from the hostel to the fest area and the rest followed later. We registered for some of the events and I was in a dilemma whether to take part in the HR event called Odyssey with Shambhu and Souvik or the Trading event called Preatorian Guard with Prakash and Ashish. Both events required a team of 3 and I was the ‘joker’ who had to choose one of these 2 teams to give it a full strength. I couldn’t make a quick decision and Aparna helped me decide by choosing one of two fingers, best of three. I was to pick the Trading game with that. But on further deliberation, I realized that this game required to be played on both days and I would be busy on Day 2 with the ‘Battle of Thermopylae’ event for which I got qualified and even came here in the first place. Moreover, trading is not exactly my cup of tea, and a second round of Ad deduction in the HR event seemed something that I could manage. So I decided to go with Odyssey and participate with Shambhu and Souvik. Felt pretty bad about ditching Ashish and Prakash, but later on I felt it was probably a good decision as Ashish and Prakash felt Preatorian Guard was not a very well conducted event. Besides, Shambhu, Souvik and I managed to come 2nd in Odyssey. So guess I did take a good decision on going with Odyssey. Only thing I felt bad about was missing out on coming first in Odyssey. There were 3 rounds and our team was leading in first 2. The first round was a crossword, which was pretty much a quiz that Souvik and Shambhu aced. The second round was an ad deduction and our team got the easiest ad of the lot, a Joga Bonito ad and we managed to give a very good HR interpretation to it. The last round was an HR case study. Now this is where the HR strong team of NITIE got the upper hand and we gave a couple of incorrect answers to the judges questions. So in spite of delivering a good analysis on the case and coming first in the previous 2 rounds, we lost out to NITIE and had to settle with 2nd place.
Immediately after this event, I rushed in for the next one, a financial strategy event that Aparna and I were to participate in with Prakash and Ashish. Aparna was busy with Trojan horse, a product launch event that she was participating in with Satyam. But at least I managed to make it in time to help Ashish and Prakash out. But by the time I got there, I felt there was not much help I could really give. Every team was asked to complete 2 tasks, a sudoku and a quiz. I wasn’t familiar with Sudoku, so I sat with Ashish on the quiz. We came up with a few answers, but it just wasn’t good enough.
After this event, I caught up with Satyam and Aparna in Trojan Horse just as they were wrapping up their presentation. Theirs was the last and I sat with them waiting for the results. They were pretty sure that they would come at least 2nd as they felt they had done a pretty good job. The coolest part was, the event organizer comes and tells us that they won the first prize. The two of them were just super elated. Then we all went downstairs, regrouped with the rest of the team and had lunch discussing the days events. A second prize, a first prize, a non qualification, and it was just half of the first days events.
After lunch, we went for the in house quiz event called Hot Gates. Satyam and I made one team and Souvik and Shambhu made the other from NMIMS. We didn’t make it past the elims, but as expected Souvik and Shambhu got through. Then, all of us sat and cheered our team along and even won a lot of chocolates with all the question that got passed on to the audience as, surprisingly, I knew quite a lot of answers. Anyway, at the end of it, once again without any surprise, our team came first and Souvik and Shambhu made a cool 10k together.
With that, Day 1 came to an end and we all decided to go and explore Chennai a bit. However, we were given a task for the next day for the ‘Battle of thermoplyae’ event which was a battle of b-schools event and we were to make a presentation on the analysis of a sick company, Dunlop. We knew that its going to take quite a bit of effort, but decided to go out anyway for just a short while and then get back and work during the night. So Shambhu, Satyam, Aparna and I made our way to Marina beach. Now the entrance to this place has become so much more commercialized and so much more polluted than the last time I was here. We somehow made our way to the beach and Aparna wet her feet for a bit. Shambhu and I attempted to throw Satyam into the water, but we just couldn’t get hold of him right. Then Shambhu and I were playing ‘chicken’ to see how long can we stay at the shoreline of the beach, without the water touching our shoes. After fooling around, while walking back, we saw something pretty unique. There were life size cut outs of celebrities kept and tourists like us could stand beside them and take photos. Aparna and Satyam stood alongside Rajni Kanth and took a photo. I forced Shambhu to pose alongside Trisha for a snap, but he was just too hesitant. So Satyam and I posed with Trisha. This was a slightly provocative picture and almost everyone was staring at us while we held Trisha in our arms. It was really embarrassing, but a pretty good experience. Who knows when I’ll come to Chennai again to take pictures like this!
We then went for dinner at this mall in Chennai called Citi Central. It was a very flashy mall. Not too impressive on the design, but China would have definitely ‘found the youth’ that he so missed the last time he came with me to Chennai.
We stopped at the first restaurant in the mall we saw and parked our tired and hungry asses there and ordered immediately. It didn’t even bother us that it was a vegetarian restaurant that we came to, because we just wanted to get some food inside us. Aparna used the right words “lets treat ourselves after everything that’s happened today”
After dinner, we loafed around some more in the mall, had some ice cream, pani puri and coffee (what a mix!!) and finally, by about 9, decided to get back to LIBA. On the walk back from the main gate to the hostel, Satyam kept doing things to scare Aparna and poor thing was getting so freaked out too. There was one particular time when we took an incorrect route on purpose and all of us knew we were going the wrong way expect Aparna and when we reached a place where it was so pitch dark that we couldn’t see anything, Aparna totally freaked out and drove her nails through my fingers until we walked out of there and got back on track to the hostel. On reaching the hostel, we realize that the internet is not working and we just can’t get any work done on the Dunlop case without the internet. I even went with one of the organizers to the fest area to see if the net was working there, but the connection was down everywhere in the campus. So we decided to go out and look for one, but what started off as a hunt for an internet café became a visit to an ice cream café. We didn’t mind it much, as in spite of the dinner we had, we still seemed to have the stomach for some ice cream. So 2 ice creams and a French fries later, we were on our way back to the campus. This time around, the three of us really scared the wits out of Aparna. We once again took an incorrect route and started walking towards the fest area instead of the hostel. This time, Shambhu and I kept absolutely quiet and that managed to create an extremely eerie atmosphere and at a particular point Aparna suddenly jerked, turning around, as if she expected a monster standing right behind her. Man, that was some reaction! Shambhu and I hadn’t even done anything yet. We were planning to walk quietly for a bit and on reaching a dark area, turn around and start walking back. But seeing Aparna’s reaction even before we did anything, we decided to just drop all plans and get back to the hostel. After the semi scary experience, we decided to hit the bed and wake up early for the presentation preparation.

LIBA Chrysalis, Day 2: We were supposed to wake up early and prepare the presentation, but we just couldn’t get up before 7. I got ready and rushed to church as it was a Sunday, and reached the venue just in time for our ‘Battle of Thrmopylae’ event. Aparna joined me shortly. She had woken up quite early and gone to her relatives place. She came now to college with one of her cousins, Vidya. I was really glad to see her wear the NMIMS shirt as I didn’t want to be the only one wearing it and I knew the rest of the guys hadn’t even brought their shirts along. We got down to the event instantly and realized that this was quite a complicated event. There were 3 different rounds and the team had to be split in between all these rounds that were to take place simultaneously. There was an HR case study that we thought Souvik can do. Then there was a detailed case on globalization that we felt Shambhu could handle. The last task was a spoof ad to be made in print, TV and radio form that Aparna and I thought of handling. We got to work immediately as we barely had an hour to finish all of this. Vidya sat with Aparna helping her out. Both of them kept dishing out ideas that I kept adding into photoshop and powerpoint. We finished just in time and during our presentation, we realized the biggest fiasco committed. Aparna and I had completely misinterpreted the meaning of a spoof and we made a funny ad on Air Deccan. But a spoof actually meant Airtel lifting off ideas from Hutch and mocking them to propogate their ad. This was actually an ad made by one of the teams and every team did something on these lines except us. We didn’t think this event to be on the serious lines at all, and make a complete mockery of Air Deccan, and ourselves in the process. Shambhu and Souvik did reasonably well in their individual rounds, but Aparna and I knew we screwed it up in our task.
After this, we had to immediately get to work on the Dunlop presentation. I hadn’t eaten anything the whole day, and it was past noon. But I knew there was no time to take a break and that this just had to be done soon. But this task was the biggest drama of the day. Among the 4 participating teams, 2 of them were localites and managed to go back and prepare their presentations. Our team, along with IMT did not have access to the net the previous day and all we could do was use the one hour given to us at this stage to hurriedly prepare the presentation. Aparna was utterly unimpressed with the task in hand and she played the part of a super bitch from a better b-school to the hilt. She went to the organizer, not once, not twice, but three times to make sure she loaded on him completely. She kept going back. Everytime she felt she missed out on an insult. Poor Abhishek Batra, the organizer of this event, tried doing everything he possibly could. Anybody in his shoes would have done the exact tsame thing. The net going off was not his fault. And the only thing he could do now was inform the judges that we be given consideration as we didn’t have enough time to prepare the analysis. But Aparna would just not understand this. Sometime si wonder what would have happned if this girl actually made it into an IIM, with the amount of head weight she already posseses. But she’s really cute. Simply because of the enthusiasm with which she puts in effort. Like a total ring master, she will sit on peoples heads to makde sure they do their work and when it comes to delivery, she will think of everything, including stepping on the other persons toe to let them know who should take the question asked.
By the end of our presentation, one of the judges said he liked the way we presented the case and wished us luck before leaving. It was then that I realized that the presentation we made actually went off decently, given the fact that we had just about an hour, during most of which, Aparna either did her rounds loading off on poor Abhishek or sitting and cribbing about the task instead of working on it. There was one point of time, when I also totally lost it with her attitude and lost my temper on her. Shambhu had to butt in and calm the situation. I dunno how we managed to complete the presentation in time, but somehow the manner in which we presented; noting the main issues and presenting an analysis of it seemed to be a much better way to go about it that the million figures the other teams simply threw in their presentations and pretty much gave no direction to their analysis. That was where I feel we got the edge. The funniest part was, our team conveniently took the topics they were comfortable with, like Bappa taking the introduction, Aparna taking the labour issues and Shambhu taking the branding issues. I was left to speak on the finanicial issues and this was a part none of them wanted to do. I still somehow presented it decently, and this is one thing that I usually can never do properly; speak on a subject that I feel someone in the audience might know better than me and more importantly, know that I am saying incorrect stuff. It is exactly this that makes me deliver bad speeches, but somehow I managed to deliver this confidentally. Looks like I’m turning into a better MBA as the days go by.
Anyway, while we were just chilling at the auditorium later, Abhishek comes up to us and says we’ve come 2nd. I was super thrilled. I really really hoped that we win this event as I put in a lot of effort into it ab initio. The only place where we did screw up was the ad event that Aparna and I took part in. Thankfully Aparna did not flagellate me for it because I think she realized she was as much a part of the mistake as I was. If it was any other way, in true Aparna style, she would have made sure she loaded off on me.
This was our last event. After this we caught up with Praskash and Ashish and they said they were tied in the first place in their event and lost out because of certain issues. But they still came second and now, everyone from NMIMS had won something or the other at LIBA. It was a great feeling. There was a last event of quiz that was conducted. This was the highlight event as LIBA always conducts a good quiz called Exquizite every year. We stayed back for it and thoroughly enjoyed the spectacle by ‘pickbrain’ balasubramanium and the super smart teams on stage. Aparna had left by then as she had a flight to catch. Prakash and Ashish also left to loaf around Chennai as they missed out on that the previous day. The rest of us went out after the quiz to catch a much needed drink, but Chennai, as silly as it sounds, doesn’t serve booze on Sundays!!! So we just had to settle with some dinner, which I rushed through as I also had a flight to catch to Bangalore. It was ma and pa’s anniversary and I had bought them a shell from the Marina beach of Chennai and wrote ‘happy anniversary ma and pa’ on it. I wanted to reach home before mid night to catch them in time and wish them. But as Deccan would always have it, the flight infallibly delayed itself by nearly 3 hours and ensured I reach home only at 2a.m. When I knocked on the door, papa almost sounded worried hearing that it was me. It was only after I wished him that he realized I came down for his anniversary. Then I woke mom up and wished her to. Then I let everybody get back to sleep and sat writing this. With that, my Chennai visit and my first ever fest was done with much aplomb. Definitely looking forward to participate in more now.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Trip to Mahabaleshwar 2

Strawberry Fields is an event held annually in Bangalore for rock enthusiasts that I haven’t missed for the last many years. Simply love going there for the music, the people and the atmosphere. And given the number of strawberries I ate during this trip, and the fact that I will never forget this trip for the music, the people and the atmosphere, I'm almost tempted to label this trip “Strawberry Fields”. Moreover, the entire trip was just like the strawberry itself; bright, cute and very very sweet.

24, January: Rohan asked me off-handedly if I’d be interested in joining him and rest of the Shah’s inter alia for a trip. I replied instantly with the affirmative without even asking where we were headed. And although I decided not to travel too much this year after all the loafing I did last year, I decided to chug along, as the Shah’s always make wonderful company and I hadn’t been on a single trip since I’ve come to Bombay with college friends. Please note ‘college friends’, because I’ve been on more than enough trips otherwise.

25 January: Sapan reminded me about the trip and asked me to stay over at his place in the night, as we would be leaving very early next morning. He also asked me to give my share of the money to Ankit. I had no money and told Ankit that I would pay him later. Just before I bid them adieu, I thought I should find out where we were going!

26 January: I woke up to Sapan shaking me at 4:00 a.m. He told me that the cab would arrive in half an hour. I knew I only needed 5 minutes to get ready. So I told him to call me later and went back to being feed for the umpteen mosquitoes at his place. I let the mosquitoes have their feast, as I really wanted to get some sleep after the drinking session with Bala just before I left to Sapan’s place the previous night.
At 4:30, Sapan woke me up again and I decided to get my butt up this time. Brushed, got ready and waited for the cab which conveniently arrived a whole hour late. Once it came, we threw our bags on top of the cab and got settled. We then headed to the girls hostel where the three ladies stood outside waving India flags as we arrived. That’s when I realized it was Republic Day today. Quickly changed my caller tune to signify the glorious day with a nice AR Rahman number.
There was an issue with the seating arrangement as there were 11 of us excluding the driver. But with a bit of deliberating, MBA style, we figured the best way in for everyone. I was just glad that I got the middle row seat next to the window.
We started off and people were saying Jai Krishna and Jai Hanuman. I added a Jai Hind! Wasn’t all the inappropriate, as it was Republic day after all.
We drove on till we reached a nice restaurant for breakfast. Or so I thought. But it was only a tea break here as our dear friends actually packed food for all of us. So there was no need to eat here and we ate later in the car itself. There were so many interesting things to eat. A dish called ‘thipali’, a sort of chapathi. Probably Gujju style, but tasted amazing. Then there was a smaller, different color version of the thipali that Vidhisha called poori. But I was quite sure poori’s didn’t look green in color! But even this dish tasted gorgeous. Man, I have never been on a trip where people got food along since I was 8 and my mom packed food for us. And this is why I say the Shah’s are good company. They think of everything!
We moved on and by afternoon, reached Mahabaleshwar. We then went hunting for a decent place to stay. And a certain ‘Kedar Hotel’ found approval with the girls. So we guys acquiesced by default.
After settling in and a much needed bath, we left to do what everyone does in a hill station. Visit all the ‘points’. So we went to this point and that point (I’ve stopped memorizing the names of these points, but they would mostly be some English dude of the 19th or 20th century!) and finally finished it off with the sunset point. This was a real spectacle. I have never before seen such a grandiose enthusiasm for the setting sun. There were over a thousand people shoving and pushing, trying to get a glimpse of the sun. I found the scene extremely hilarious. And giving me company were some foreigners who were actually filming the silly Indians instead of the Sun. And who would blame them? These people were indeed making a mockery of themselves. I too did a film on the crowd, and after some time decided to try and get a glimpse of the Sun myself as I wanted to see if there was anything great about it. So found myself a place and watched the Sun go down. Go down all the way till it dissappreared. And it was the same setting Sun that you would see anywhere else. Seriously wonder what the big deal about ‘Sunset point’ was all about! But there was no time to think after the Sun sunk, because the entire junta was headed back and we too had to get to our car, ASAP. It was like a typical rock concert!

Somewhere in between the ‘points’, we even visited a market. Now this was actually a temple I had visited even the last time I was here. But the fact that it is a temple is almost overshadowed by the capacious market that sprung up outside the temple. I was positive that the previous time, there was nothing but a single bhajji-wala from where I had the most number of egg bhajji’s ever as we had skipped lunch and were extremely hungry. And now, in the place of that singular bhajji-wala were vendors selling everything from shirts and figurines, to, of course, strawberries.
The group went about buying stuff and taking loads of pictures of each other. I just killed time taking some interesting snaps and chewing my gum.
Later on in the evening, we went to the Mahabaleshwar lake and once again, there was a huge crowd here. And I was getting quite annoyed with this now. I’ve come all the way from Bombay where you just cant seem to get away from sticky bodies all around you, for a nice vacation, and all you get are more sticky bodies. But this anguish was soon suppressed by the really nice time we had boating in the lake. This was the grand finale and the highlight of the day. It was just so much fun paddling the two boats we hired, crashing into each other, and once again, taking plenty of snaps.
After this, we went hunting for a good place to have dinner. While everyone was out looking for a satisfactory eatery, Aparna and I found ourselves at a taste-and-buy fruit product outlet. We went about tasting all the jams and juices available for sale and finally spent 200 bucks between us on some nice products. We had consumed so much sugar during this process, that we almost lost our appetite. We also ran into a nice restaurant serving continental food and hukka’s. should definitely try dropping in here the next time I come. But on this trip, it was good North Indian food that everyone wanted, and that’s what we got, lots of it. After a very hearty, filling dinner, we hung around the market while Rohan and Arti with Vipul and his intelligent probability calculations tried their hand at games of chance in the stalls of the Mahabaleshwar market. I remember giving this a skip the last time I was here, not because of a lack of interest in the sport of losing money real fast, but because of the bevy of beautiful girls who decided to engulf us that day. I would never foget that time in Mahabaleshwar when Jeetu and Hari went about filming all the girls with my camcorder and now, after 6 months in Bombay, I wonder if I would ever react to a situation like the way we did then.
Well, after Vipul felt he lost enough money, we had some ice cream at another restaurant, and walked back to our hotel after that. I remember changing and telling Sapan that I would join them for a game of cards. The rest was history. I woke up the next day, once again to Sapan shaking me, asking me to get ready for a morning walk.

27 January: what started off as a morning walk, turned out into a quest for finding the sunrise point called Wilsons point in the car. When we got there, I recognized that place as well. I was here the last time too. Only difference was, there were only six of us on Wilsons point waiting for the Sun to surface. There were six of us again this time, but we were accompanied by at least 200 others! And it wasn’t just the people. There were tea vendors, men with horses trying to lure customers into a ride on the studs, or at least getting their photos taken on them, and all sorts of other signs of commercialization. I was really taken aback by the amount of change that affects a tourist spot in a gap of six years. From just a few of us enjoying the Sun rise, to a whole bunch of tourists clapping when the Sun shown from behind the clouds.
More photos later, we got back to our hotel and it was time to check out. We got ready, played some cricket. Sapan made a record 25 at a pitch that didn’t allow the rest of us to score anything more than 5 runs tops. Then, Rohan and I played some catch. We kept playing till we pretty much got into the car and on our way to Panchgani.

En route to Panchgani, we stopped at a place from where we got a clear view of this village called Wai, where movies like Swades was shot. Coincidentally, an article on this village was present in the newspaper the next day and in fact, that was how I even got to know that this village was called Wai.
At this point, we played some games, and Sapan and Vidisha even won biscuits for all of us. We then played some Dumb Charades. And I was completely lost as I had no idea what the Hindi words in the movie names meant. But managed to act one out by breaking the words properly and my extremely intelligent team doing the rest of the job.
We then continued to Panchgani to a place called ‘table land’, which is basically a plateau, about 6 kms in circumference, and it truly looked like a ‘table land’. Here was the highlight of the entire trip. We went parasailing and it was awesome fun. I’ve always wanted to go parasailing and what was offered to us at 300 bucks and negotiated down to 150 was the best fun we all had during the trip. All except Sapan probably, who ended up getting dragged along just before take off which caused quite a bit of injury to his knee. And the poor guy didn’t even have his video taken of his take off, as the camera decided to run out of battery just then.
After the parasailing, we once again watched the Sun set. This time, I really enjoyed it. We sat at a place where there wasn’t any crowd and I watched the Sun go down right in between some mountains. Exactly the way we have drawn the Sun set in our sketch books as kids. The scene was simply breathtaking. I enjoyed every minute of watching the Sun disappear. There haven’t been many other memorable Sun sets as this one. I remember the Sun set in Kumta with my beloved Bosch colleagues and the Sun set on the 30th of December last year in Goa. This one definitely made it to the top. Suddenly, I wasn’t as cynical at the glorious sight of the setting Sun, as I was the previous day at Sunset point.
After this, we headed back to Bombay. We reminisced about our trip and commended everyone on their roles played. We even gave awards like Tarang bagging ‘chief coordinator”, Ankit getting “treasurer”, Vipul “navigator”, Siddharth getting “self obsessed photographer”, Aparna “worst celebrity”, Rohan “best interviewer”, Arti “best wife”, me “best spoken hindi”, Vidisha "ek solo please" and as Mayuri was not awared anything, Rohan suggested we give her Lifetime achievement award!
We drove on to Pune, where we dropped Vipul off, then had dinner and by 3a.m. found ourselves outside college in Bombay. Lots and lots of fun, and really glad I decided to go on this trip. Still owe Ankit a lot of money. But will never forget the 500 odd photos that were taken with all the digicams, the parasailing, and of course, all the strawberries.


Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Trip to Belgaum: For my migration certificate (January 09, 2007)

I’ve been having a spate of bad luck lately. Just a few days back I missed my flight to Cochin. Then I couldn’t make a clear plan of when to come to Belgaum. And I had so much trouble when I landed in Belgaum as well. Guess there was something wrong with the alignment of the stars in my life right now.

Anyway, I left to Belgaum on January 08, Monday night. The travels guy told me that I would reach Belgaum by 8:30. It was a pretty comfortable Volvo bus, and I slept real well. Slept all the way till 8:30 and when I woke up, we had stopped at this place for breakfast. I recognized the place, I was sure I’ve been there before. But I’ve come to Belgaum only once before this. Could this have been the same place we even stopped the last time? I really couldn’t remember as my previous trip to Belgaum was nearly 9 years back. Anyway, I freshened up really fast for fear of the bus leaving me and going, and the way my luck was lately, anything could happen to me!

Then I got into the bus, and just asked the conductor when we would reach Belgaum, and he tells me that we passed Belgaum some 2 hours back !!! in spite of all my efforts in finding out when the bus would reach, waking up by that time, getting ready really fast so that I don’t miss the bus, fate would still play me. And ensured that the bust got to Belgaum 2 hours before schedule and that I would be fast asleep at that time.

I didn’t say one thing to anybody. There was no need to. This is my bad time going on, and I know no one is to blame. So I just got out of the bus quietly, told the driver I’m off and I walked to the main road. Stood there with my thumb sticking out for nearly 15 minutes, until an auto guy stopped, who was willing to take me to the nearest bus stop at a place called Nipanni from where I could get a bus to Belgaum.

So I reach Nipanni and went running around asking for a bus to Belgaum. Nobody knew where or when it would come. Every bus conductor had a different thing to say. Finally, one old Mulla tells me to take a bus to Nipanni main bus stand and from there I would get lots of buses to Belgaum. So I got into one of the regular buses, and while I was sitting inside, I heard someone shout ‘Belgaum’ from outside. But I wasn’t very sure about what I’d heard. And I just tried looking out of the window. My bus started moving and just then I noticed a bus that had just arrived having a ‘Belgaum’ face plate. I immediately got up and rushed to the driver and asked him to stop as I had to get off. With a lot of grumbling, they opened the door and I rushed to the Belgaum bus. Once inside I asked the conductor when I would reach and he told me 11a.m. well, it was 9a.m. so it was expected. And Tunu had told me to reach VTU where I was going for my migration certificate by 1p.m. itself lest they take till the next day for the certificate.

So I knew I was racing against time. Spent the next 2 hours idling in the bus, talking to the guy next to me, who’s name was ‘Rahul Pujari’ and his brother was ‘Gajanand Pujari’ and his cousin was.. some other Pujari. Man, he was just introducing his whole family, but since I had nothing better to do, I was just lending him a ear. And moreover, he told me that VTU comes on the highway itself, so I had asked him to point it out to me so that I can get off on the way itself, rather than go till Belgaum bus stop and then come back.

He did point out a university to me on the way, but it wasn’t VTU. I realized later that he didn’t really know what VTU, the university to over a 100 engineering colleges in Karnataka was all about. Anyway, he was a nice guy, so I let him be. And after we got off at the bus stop, the first thing I did was book a bus ticket from Belgaum to Bombay for that night. Wanted to confirm my ticket back to Bombay at the earliest.

Then I took an auto to VTU, the guy asked for 150 bucks and I was sure he was fleecing me. But he told me that VTU was really far and it would cost that much with whichever auto I went in. So I didn’t wana argue, plus I was really late. I reached VTU by 12 noon, rushed to the admin office and asked them about my migration certificate.

Thing was, I was one of those unlucky souls who applied for this certificate, but it never reached my new university NMIMS from my old one VTU. There was some problem en route and its my bad time right, so the certificate had to get misplaced somewhere. VTU then tells me that there was nothing wrong from their part and they have already dispatched the migration certificate on the 20th of June itself, and its been nearly 6 months and my college still hasn’t received it. They gave me a copy of the letter that said the certificate was dispatched. So I took that copy and decided to ask NMIMS what happened.

I left VTU and came back to Belgaum town, figured out on the way that I couldn’t get an earlier bus to Bombay although I had finished my work there as the earliest one was leaving only at 9:30 and I’d booked the ticket for it. So I decided to take a room, but a bottle of beer and just chill out for the afternoon. Just when I was chilling out, my mom called me and asked what I am going to do now. I knew I have to do something. Because the fact of the matter was, the migration certificate still hasn’t reached NMIMS and my marks will be withheld until it get through. So I called Shobhit and asked him to check up from college again whether the certificate was misplaced someplace as VTU is sure they have sent it and I am, in fact, holding the letter stating that same thing. He confirmed and called me back saying they haven’t got it. Then I called VTU and asked them what is to be done now. And they tell me that I have to make an affidavit saying I have lost the original certificate and request for a duplicate from VTU.

Making an affidavit and giving it to VTU with another request form for the migration certificate along with a DD for 250 bucks seemed like a lot of work. It was 1p.m., the VTU office would be open for at least another 4 hours. Shall I give it a shot and try and apply for my duplicate now itself? Well, I was already in Belgaum, I really didn’t want to waste time sipping my beer, although that is what I felt like doing! So I got up against my better judgment and rushed to the court to get my affidavit. The lawyers there tell me to get a Rs 20 Bond paper from a bank. I come outside to see a SBI right opposite the court and was so pleased at its positioning. But when I went there, they tell me that Bond papers are not given here and I will have to go to another bank about 2 kms away. So I take an auto, run till there, and on reaching this bank, I see a long line waiting for this exact bond paper. How many people could really want to make an affidavit exactly when I wanted one??

I asked the auto driver if he could do something and he tried asking some people who were already standing in line to get me a paper, and I gave the money to one of them. It was 2p.m. and the back was to close at 2:30p.m for 45 minutes. I waited and waited and the guy who was to give my application for the paper was just 2 people away from the counter, they shut it down. Dam my bad luck!

So this time, I decided to wait myself in the line till 3:15 when they opened and get my certificate. I tipped the auto driver for anyway helping me out and waiting outside with me. And I stood in the queue now. Thankfully, they openend the counter by 3p.m. itself and I ran to the court with my bond paper. I meet the notary public lawyer there and tells me to get the affidavit typed by the court typist. I meet this typist who is a revolutionary guy. I just tell him about my migration certificate being lost and the names of the 2 universities involved and my own personal information, and this guy types 2 full pages on it. All sorts of things “I solemnly take an oath… my certificate is truly missing… tried my best to find it… will return if I ever find it again… blah blah blah..” but some pretty good and fast blah! And he only charged 20 bucks for it. Then I went back to the lawyer. Now this guy was the only notary public officer at the moment. He had all the control with him. He could charge any amount to sign the affidavit and people would pay it, because whatever affidavit they want signed, can only be done by this one person. So he’s got a lot of power, and mom told me that lawyers would charge around 400-500 bucks. I had a 500 Rupee note ready with me. And after he signs it.. he asked for 20 bucks!! ‘is that like the going rate in the court? Everyone only takes 20 bucks’ I felt really bad and wanted to give him some more cash. So I gave the Rs 500 and asked him to give me whatever change he’s got. Such a sweetheart, he actually gives me Rs 400 back. Man, people in Belgaum are really nice.

Ok, now I had to rush to SBI again to get my DD made. Went there, took the chalan, didn’t know half the stuff to fill in it, but cashier guy was really nice and he only filled it for me and asked me sign at one place. And before reaching the cashier, there was this one guy waiting in line who I had to get past and I told him the story of my life about having come all the way from Bangalore and running around all day for this. So he let me pass and I got my DD pronto.

Then I asked an auto to take me to VTU, but this guy hadn’t heard of the place. I told him that I would find another auto, but he insisted I sit with him. So I just sat inside and we asked our way to VTU. It was 4:15p.m.

We reached VTU by 4:45 and by that time I had asked Sin to find out till when the office would be open and she messaged me saying 5:30, so I did have 45 minutes to do whatever I can right now.

I rushed in, told them I had DD, affidavit, request form and an attested copy of my PDC which I just decided to bring for the ‘in cases’ and asked them for another migration certificate. The lady there was really nice and wrote out my certificate. I confirmed from people in college the exact address to send the certificate to this time as I didn’t want it getting misplaced again. And she takes it to the registrar at 5:15. Would he sign it now?

I just waited outside. And just after 5:30, when most of the staff was beginning to leave, my certificate reached the dispatch section. I was overjoyed. They gave me copy of the certificate and told me that the original would be posted to NMIMS.

I just left the place praying that this time at least the certificate reaches college. On the way back, I was having a nice chat with the auto driver. And I realized I haven’t had anything to eat the whole day. So I asked the auto guy where I could find some Belgaum special food, and like a true muslim, he stops near a biryani joint saying I would get the best Biryani’s here. He was a really nice guy, tipped him 50 bucks more that what he charged. Then bought 2 chicken legs from the joint, went up to my room where my beer from afternoon was waiting for me. Treated myself to some lukewarm beer and tasty chicken, and left at 8:30 for my bus that was leave at 9:30. Was just waiting there and at 9, the guy tells me that the bus has already arrived. Half an hour early? I was beginning to doubt my fate again. Asked a lot of people in the bus if this was really the bus to Bombay, and all of them, who actually looked like runaway convicts, assured me that I would reach Bombay by 8:30 next morning. I kept the alarm for 6a.m. and went to sleep. Really wanted to make sure I’m awake when I enter Bombay this time!

Glad I did that, because I managed to get off at a stop much closer to home by 7:30 itself and got back in time to get ready and leave for my first class of the 3rd trimester at 9a.m.

Another blast of a trip done.

Trip to Cochin: Almost didn't happened, 2nd time January 03-06, 2007

What is it with me and going to Cochin? This is the second time that my trip there has become such a harrowing episode. The first time I went there, I woke up at 10:30 for a 11:15 flight. All because of an unwarranted booze party the previous night which ended up putting me in a deep slumber till that time when on every other day, I wake up by 6, no matter what. I can never forget that day. I wake up at 10:30, realize I have a flight, threw whatever I could find into my bag, took my cell phone which didn’t have charge (and that was the reason my poor mom couldn’t get through to me to confirm if I’ve woken up and on time for the flight) and was out of the house at 10:32 sharp. I ran outside without realizing I didn’t have any money in my wallet and just jumped into the nearest auto and told him to rush to the airport. All through the journey to the airport, I was almost shivering, worried like hell that I would miss the flight. I was going to Cochin for a very important occasion, it was the house warming of my parents newly constructed house there, and they really wanted me to be a part of it. I wanted to be a part of it! And I knew that there aren’t too many flights from Mumbai to Cochin in one day. And even if I do manage to find another one, it would be way to expensive at this hour. I just had to make it to this one.

The auto guy reaches the airport and makes a wrong turn as I knew KingFisher flies from the old terminal and not the new one. So I jumped off and planned to run the last bit of the journey. It was then I realized I didn’t have any money on me. I just took out whatever change I could find and told the guy to go back to the place he picked me from and my roommates would be pay him as much as he wants, but please let me go just then. I actually didn’t even wait for his approval, just turned around and ran. Ran all the way to the KingFisher counter for the guy to tell me that the counter closes half hour before take off. And the time was 10:55. I missed the deadline by 10 minutes. There was a nice gentleman behind me in the line who tried rooting for me by saying that KindFisher has such a lousy process. You tend to go the new airport first, and on finding it is not there, you come to the old one, and there you have to stand in counter in the ground floor for them to tell you that the boarding is actually in the first floor. I was feeling so bad for this guy who seemed to have gone through a lot of trouble in reaching the same spot I took exactly 25 minutes, from waking up till the front of the counter. But I obviously didn’t stop him. Any help at all to get KingFisher to give me a seat on the flight. But the guy at the counter didn’t budge. He told me a nice sorry with a big smile. I turned around, told the gentlemen thanks and started walking feebly back when someone yells at me from behind. I turn around to see another guy standing with the KingFisher dude and they were calling me back. I was just praying as I went up to them, and yes, they were allowing me on board. I couldn’t believe my luck. And when they asked me, ‘What seat would you prefer?’, I told them ‘Anything’ and thought to myself ‘as long as I’m on that plane’.

That was my adventure the first time. Thankfully I met an uncle in Cochin who put me in a bus to Kottayam where my parents were and even gave me money for the trip, so things were ok after that.

And this time around, being fully aware of my fiasco during the last visit to Cochin, I left home at 4p.m. itself for a 6p.m. flight. Cleaned up everything in the house because I knew no one would be staying here for the next week and wanted to leave the place in a good condition so that it would be a welcome sight when I get back. I packed my bag properly, made sure the ipod and cell phone was fully charged. Ensured I was carrying sufficient cash. And I was all set to make no mistakes this time.

I reach the airport, check in, get my boarding pass, and inside I notice a huge commotion because of a lot of people waiting for their Delhi flights. There was a delay in these flights because of bad weather in Delhi. My flight was at 6 and I was waiting for the sign board of Deccan to change to my flight, but it wasn’t changing. So I went and asked an Air Deccan attendant what time the Cochin flight would be, and she told me its only after 7. I thought the delay was because of this pandemonium regarding the Delhi flights and messaged mom saying I’m going to be late. Then I sat in front of the Deccan counter and in between my 40 winks, I was checking the Deccan sign board, but it never changed even at 7. So I once again go up and ask about the Cochin flight and they tell me this time that the flight has already left, at 6:40 itself. I lost it. I was fuming, yelling at them asking how could they do this. I found the woman who misdirected me and asked her why she had given wrong information, and she says I was asking about the Coimbatore flight and not the Cochin. And as for the Cochin flight, there were a lot of announcements being made as the sign boards weren’t working and it was my fault for not hearing those announcements. Well, I probably was asleep when the announcements were being done and maybe the woman didn’t hear me clearly because of all the noise inside when I asked about the Cochin flight. And the bottom line was, in spite of making absolutely sure that nothing would go wrong during this trip, I still end up missing the flight. I just couldn’t believe my luck.

I just went out and sat after collecting some money back from Deccan and was wondering what to do. Had informed my mom about the mishap and she promptly even cancelled my return ticket from Cochin expecting me not to come there. I was really disappointed with that. Now it didn’t even make any sense to think of an alternative to getting to Cochin. I began thinking of other options, either going to Bangalore, or going to Munda’s place in Bombay itself. I was really at wits ends. That’s when the idea of trying the international flight struck me.

At this junction, I’d like to do another flash back.

During our first ever visit to Bombay as a group, Bala, Muni and I went about hunting for a house, and we had finalized on the one in which I am currently sitting and typing this. Things were pretty rough and we were on each others necks that day. But at least glad we found a place. We were just on our way back, and we realized that there was a problem with the trains that day. There was some renovation work in progress and we were going to take much longer than usual in getting to the airport. We weren’t even aware of this incident at the railways because we spent the whole day running around looking for houses to really be concerned about the news. So we missed our flight and found out that the earliest flight back was the next day on the domestic route and we were planning to go to Munda’s house to spend the night.

That was when Muni came up with the idea of giving the international airlines a shot as they might have a mid night flight from Bombay to Bangalore. Bala was completely against the plan and another big altercation ensued, just carrying on the legacy of the days events. We somehow reached a consensus to just give the international airlines a shot and if it doesn’t work, come back to the domestic, book a flight and spend the night at Munda’s. but at the international airport, we encounter this really nice lady at the Air India office who not only gives us a flight back home leaving in 2 hours, but gives us the ticket at a cost lower than what our original flight tickets back home were.

We were so happy with the turn of events. Booked the tickets and got home that night. A little late, but at least home.

This time around, I knew where the Air India office was. I went there straight wondering if there would even be a flight from Bombay to Cochin. I see that same lady there and when I asked her. She said yes, there is a flight. And only 3700. Once again much lesser than the domestic flights available. I wanted to test my luck and just ask her if there was a flight to Bangalore. And she says yes to that also. Man, this woman was like a fairy godmother to me. This was the second time she was saving me from all sorts of trouble. I chose Cochin as, though mom had cancelled my return ticket from there, I knew my dad was coming back by car and I could come along with him. And more importantly, I wanted to go to Cochin.

So I took the flight, reached Cochin at 3, where my parents picked me up and we drove to Kottayam. I troubled my folks so much that night. They had to wait till 3a.m. for me to reach Cochin when I could have done it by 8p.m. itself. A 7 hour delay and an extra expense of nearly 5000 bucks, just because of a bunch of event going wrong at the airport.

But reaching Cochin was such bliss. It took me some time to get over the way I screwed up and the guilt for putting my parents through so much trouble, but in a while, I was basking in the beauty of the Cochin house.

Its just a beautiful place. I was just relaxing in the balcony and I suddenly see water shooting up. My dad had just turned on the fountain. We had a fountain! Then at night, he shows me the ‘magic painting’ on the ceiling. Basically radium paints of stars to give a look of the night sky from within house. I slept under this vicarious sky in a bed big enough for 10 more of me, ate really nice food my mom made and was thoroughly pampered for the next 3 days there to completely forget my harrowing path to Cochin.

One funny incident that happened when I was at Cochin was this once when my mom and I went for a walk and landed up at this Home for mentally challenged kids. We were just taking a look around when this one kid comes up to us and starts entertaining us with all sorts of stories. He then asks my mom when she would be leaving me there. He basically thought that my mom had come there with me to enroll me also in the Home and this became a big story amongst my relatives where all of them started telling me that if I don’t shave and have unkempt hair, this is what would happen. Well, I’ve heard a lot of this even when I had my really long hair. And its never bothered me. But this time around, I was doing a professional course like an MBA, did I really want to look mentally challenged? Naaa, what’s the hair got to do with it. Absolutely nothing. And I like the unkempt look. Who cares what people think.

I came back to Bombay with a neat hair cut and shave.