Monday, October 11, 2010

Meesic Matters

Long post ahead; read at your own peril.

Last week my friend has posted a song by junoon on her wall, asking me if I remembered the song. And I did. Pappu yaar tang na kar was a song we used to refer to somebody who was a mutual friend. Pappu was my neighbour, her classmate and our tuition mate. Pappu was our favourite topic of discussion; he played the guitar, and got badly screwed in the maths class. He was the poster boy of our chemistry teacher and all that.  

Likewise, there are songs on my playlist which relate to some incident or the other in my life, and I got into this downward-spiral mode. Brainwave struck, and I thought I might as well chronicle it. 

Tanha Dil: Life’s roadblocks and uncertainties, a flicker of hope that I will make it someday.

Mitwa from Lagaan: Class 10 Boards, tense moments, and the jitters of writing some exam of great importance. This song gave me that much needed strength to clear the math paper.

Oh Palanhare and Vishnusahasranamam are jointly responsible for helping me pass all my number crunching papers through college.

Mitwa from KANK: KANK by all means was an extremely stupid movie, but this song gives me that *love will find a way* feeling.

Aao Na: I love the look and feel of the song. I can probably float in air every time I listen to it.

Do DIl from Pardes: This was back in class 5 or 6 I don’t remember; my dad enrolled me in one of those computer classes, where they taught us Microsoft office. There was this clipart with a couple silhouette embedded in the moon. So the girls in the class looked named it – Do dil mil rahe hai. Since then, the song reminds me of the picture. PS: The girls were all oldies.

Mere Khawbon Mein and Tujhe Dekha Toh Yeh Jana Sanam from DDLJ: School vacations, time spent at my aunt’s place in the outskirts. All the fun we had jumping over fences and listening to stories. This very movie sowed the first seeds of unrealistic expectations. :P

Pal by KK: this one was a favourite of all school farewells.  It totally transports you back an era when all you had to worry about was – Integral Calculus.

Yaaron by KK: Friendship, first crush, and the madness called adolescence.

Mora Saiyyan and Tere Bina by Fuzon: Songs about unrequited love. I still get misty eyed when I listen to Mora Saiyyan.

 Duur, Dhaani and Anjane by Strings:  The transition from school to college. The transition from the gawky teenager to less dorky adult :P

Dil Chahta: S^3 and school time masti! We had our respective roles, and it was fun.

Bumbro and So Ja Chanda from Mission Kashmir: This one is an absolute favourite. I so wished I was Preity Zinta in the song. And So ja chanda is for somebody else ;-) S, rings a bell?

Papa Khete hai and Pehla Nasha from QSQT: Reminds me of all those changing ambitions from wanting to become a doctor-computer engineer-journalist. Pehla Nasha is for the diehard romantic in me.

Paathshala and Roobaro: College, masti, rebelliousness, and the happy go lucky life that I lived for 5 long years, until I was thrown into the corporate world.

Taare Zameen Par and Maa: XAT, January 6th 2008, Satyam Cinemas. I was watching TZP with a friend. I could totally relate to Darsheel Safary and his mathematical woes.  I could see me in him, and this feeling grew on me. I had tears streaming down my cheeks, it wasn’t half as embarrassing because, the entire theatre was crying. Primarily the tears were for me; I screwed XAT and its predecessor CAT. There was no way I was going to make it to a top rung B-school, and also for the poor kid on screen.

Since then, I’ve had this bone of contention that I am actually dyslexic.

Navaratri is on, and it would be unfair if I don’t mention this. Rewind to Navaratri of 1995, the last year my family spent in Bangalore, and my mother was busy visiting friends. We were at this relative’s place, this maami coaxed me to sing any song that I liked singing. I was a shy child back then (only when it comes to singing in front of a group of people). I still get bouts of fits when I’m asked to sing in public.

I was slowly becoming the Maami’s choice of the day, and I was forced to sing. What happened next was totally unexpected. I sang – Tu cheez badi hai mast mast from Mohra. I was forced to shut up. Since then I have never displayed any singing talent.

Thank you for reading this. :P


As I skim through the facebook updates; realisation struck me.  Most of the Junta on my list are either getting engaged, married or having babies.

And I’m pondering over life threatening questions, grappling with randomness of life, asking people to beep off, seeking counsel.

I’m not complaining.

End of Case.

Monday, October 4, 2010


A chronicle of events over the weekend, which made me sing my redemption song.

Finance Classes: I’m sure a lot of you had a heart attack reading those two words. Hang in there; this is just the tip of the iceberg. Teaching finance and accounting to a seasoned bank officer is like reinventing the wheel. But there is always a gap in the learning curve right? My aatha has some random exam coming up in November, so she wanted me to teach her finer aspects of the subject. Wait I know it’s heart attack No.2, you have to read on.

Being the obedient dutiful daughter I am; I summoned the financial management, ManAc and Corporate Finance from the rack, dusted them nice and clean. Next in the line were fresh sheets of paper, and two pens. With the ammunitions ready, I was ready for the battle.
I taught her stuff about Ratios, Cash Flow, Fund Flow, Risk ratings, Discounted Cash Flow, Working Capital Management, Capital Budgeting, Mergers Acquisitions, Bankruptcy and the likes. Throughout the 3hr crash course, I could observe reactions ranging from; hope-despair-depression-disgust-frustration. Finally she threw the pen in the air, got up and left the room.

Enjoying The Last Drops of Joy: A friend was complaining about how boring college was, and that he wanted to get working and earn some asap. Offlate talks about college being boring, don’t really go down well with me. I get majorly senti and all that I start crapping about what life was like, when I was in college. This time I gave him sound advice on, why he must enjoy the Golden Period, and not crib about life in college.  It was more philosophical rather than practical; Macha, take it easy, you don’t get this again in your life. Enjoy max da. If somebody had tried grilling the same thing into my head until a few months back, I would’ve asked them to get their brains examined. But this time, it made total sense.

Exams: A has some periodical tests going on at college. They are similar to the Mid-Terms we had in college. This kid was majorly studying, and cribbing about his Physics paper the next day. Apparently he hadn’t studied anything, so he wanted me to cut the call short and let him study. Well, that did not happen. I rubbed some more gyaan into Brain No.2. This time, it was more on college, enjoying under-graduation,  chilling out, and not wrecking your brains over stupid periodicals. The punch line of the day was – padh likhke kya karna hai, ek din sab ko marna hai.

Gyaan to Self: My friends had invited me to some cafe half way across the city. The place is a rip off of another popular cafe which capitalized on Hookah.  The menu card arrived; I exhibited extreme restraint while ordering. I skipped anything that said – cheese or chocolate. I ordered veg club sandwich, specifically told them to keep off mayonnaise.  I was playing safe. 

After 30 mins or so, arrived Mr. Sizzling Chocolate Brownie. I will call it Mr, for all practical reasons. The brownie did sizzle, the vanilla ice-cream smiled at me, and the molten chocolate led me into temptation. I did not give in.  In the meantime, another friend texts and said she wanted to have something chocolatey.  So I headed to another rip-off restaurant, and the unexpected happened. Mr. Chocolate Avalanche Junior was our Guest for the day, and I exhibited unabashed gluttony. The rest they say is history.

The weekend was worth it :P
Thank you Chocolate Avalanche Junior for making my weekend so special :D

Cheers :)