A Pear and Two Plums.

My faith in God was not lost. I love Plums and Pears, and the fruit vendor opposite to my building had kept his promise and gotten a fresh stock. But I was not buying them because of the steep prices.

I located the "laundry-wala", exiting the "Q" wing of our society at 8.30am on a Monday.
It had been two weeks since the one opposite to our building premises had shut down and, for the first time in my life, I was ironing my clothes. Not that I could not do it, just that I always believed in offloading work if it meant financial benefit for the underprivileged.

After about a week of this daily routine I was getting bored. The building security was not doing a good job of sending some laundry-wala to my house. It was difficult to believe their story that they were unable to find one going in/out of the gate. My society is 12, 7 storied buildings. The security is undoubtedly the finest. [read "Catch Thief", one of my earlier blogs]
And I started to pray. I like to visualize everything that’s happening around/with me like a movie scene, and [Scene 1] I pictured myself standing on a barren, scorched piece of earth, looking at the heavens and praying for rain. In the background I could see my clothes that needed to be ironed.
That was not part of the script, but that’s what goofs are.

Next thing: the skies got all cloudy and there was thunder. Actually the doorbell rang.
I opened the door and there was the "most-wanted"(it would become clear later, why) laundry wala was there.
I hurriedly gave him all my tee's and was on my way to the office.

I was expecting him to come and deliver the clothes in about two days.
When he did not turn up on Wednesday, I started enquiring with the neighbors about him.
None of them had any idea. And it turned out that none of them had even given out their clothes on Monday. By Thursday,I was beginning to get worried and told the ever-vigilant security about it. They said that their logs did not indicate any entry from a laundry wala on Monday.
I immediately discounted that, since they had 3 tattered log books and I later also found out that the one they referred was last months!

So began the search for the unknown "laundry-wala". I did not have a name and a description like "about average height and thin with dark hair" was getting me nowhere. I first checked all the local road side stalls. None of them had my clothes. I was undeniably looked upon with suspicion and had to explain a lot before I got some answer. After I finished with them, it was time to move on to the laundry and dry cleaning shops. I went to about 8 of them in my neighborhood and was met with the same response - "No we don’t have your clothes, but you can look thro the pile if you want to".

It was quite an experience rummaging thro the ceiling high pile of clothes, wrapped in bed sheets with the name and number of the customer written on them. The scene in all the shops was the same - at least 4 shirtless guys ironing clothes, at least 2 kids, one playing one crying, and one "lady of the shop" busy preparing food for the family. They could never hear me properly because of some radio blaring in the background. I could never locate the source of the noise and am sure neither could they.

When I was in one of the shops, searching, an old Tamilian barged in and demanded, in Hindi, to see the owner. No one answered and all of them just watched. He was ranting about them being irregular in collecting, delivering the clothes, and so on and so forth. No one spoke. The old man finally gavethem an ultimatum - get the clothes now, or forget business with him. Everyone was speechless. One of the shirtless guys then said "Dineeeesh, jara dekh to sahab ko kya chaahiye". Turned out, none of them had understood his Tamil accented Hindi.

I, by now had a fair idea about the wardrobes of about 300 families but my tee's were still missing. As I was returning home on day 3 of my "search and rescue" mission, a fruit vendor, who sets up a stall opposite to my building tried to, once again, sell me the fruits. I was in no mood to buy and while I was thinking of some excuse not to buy the fruits, he told me not to worry. Worry about what? He said the clothes, don’t worry about the clothes.
I was completely bowled over and before I could recover, the cobbler pitched in and offered some reassurance. What was happening here?
The security aces were playing their part and spreading the word! Talk about teamwork.

Tirupati Balaji is one of the richest temples in the world. It’s hardly a surprise, when there are many devotees who vow to donate multiple kilos of gold, cash in millions and the like if their prayers are answered.
I silently vowed that I would not eat Plums and Pears until my shirts were found. Quite a sacrifice, considering I was already looking at some "Mega Discount - Buy 3 get 4 free" offers.

Sunday, I skipped my post breakfast nap and was off doing what I was getting really good at.
This time one of the guys in my building suggested that why don’t I check out the laundry wala that we have in house. He explained that since ours was such a big society, the members had decided to employ a guy full time within the premises. Yeah, I am getting to know this now!!
I was stumped. Apparently this guy had been right next to my building, and here I was searching for him all over the world. The security had not bothered to tell me this since the description I had provided was not in fitting the one in my building.

I rushed to him and it was the same scene again. But this time the guy I was looking for, was busy ironing clothes! What a relief. I could have never imagined that a sight of 8 ironed, white tee shirts would be a source of limitless ecstasy. Thankfully there were no tears of joy.
What happened was that he was not the regular collector and was doing the rounds on Monday because the regular guy was sick. And the regular had been bringing clothes to my flat every day after that, at 9.00 am, while I was at the office. It goes without saying that they were very much relieved to get rid of my clothes.

I thanked them and the security guards profusely and went and brought some fruits.

They say "There are two tragedies in life, one is not getting what you want, and the other is getting what you want".

They couldn't have been more correct.

Fwd: The Bike Story

This is the mail I sent to allmy colleagues at Skyscape after I purchased my bike.
The whole event was built up so much that some of my close friends were thinking that they are buying the bike!!

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Hi All,

Kindly enjoy the sweets that you'll be receiving shortly to celebrate the arrival of my "New" motorcycle.

As most of you have been aware, the plan to buy a motorcycle materialized about a month back,
when it was confirmed that I was moving to Kharghar. I did not want to spend so much time traveling (read: I wanted to compromise on work) and so the decision to acquire a bike was finalized.

Given below are the credits to all the people who have made this possible.

1.  Firstly I have to thank Bankim, for offering to let me repair and use his favourite scooter, when my account statement told me I did not have enough resources to buy a bike.

2.  Having realized that the scooter is not a feasible option, and not wanting to cycle from Kharghar, just so that "I commute to office in my own vehicle",all plans were dropped.
I would like to thank Manish here for offering me a lift till CBD (at a nominal cost, of course).

3.  Next was a plan to buy a second hand bike. Here I would like to thank Shailesh for testing the vehicle and giving it a thumbs down. Xavier, Ashutosh, Kartik need to be thanked for convincing me that the second hand option is not a good one.

4.  At this point it was decided that I would go in for a new vehicle. Thanks again to all above.
Now, this bike is special cause it reflects the financial independence I've achieved.
Many thanks to Skyscape. So what if 80% of the bike is funded by my parents? 20% is 20%.

5. There were a lot of issue of my address proof documents and so Ulhas offered to buy the bike on my behalf on a loan. Many thanks to Ulhas, for trusting that I would make the payments on time. Eventually this plan was also dropped.

6. Anand Sir needs to be thanked here for convincing me that the loan option is not the way to go. I was advised that I should save and then go for it. What's funny about the whole thing is, I dont have any savings and I dont spend lavishly too. So how would the money materialize later? Since I believe in miracles, I decided to take Anand Sir's advise. (Some of the local lottery-ticket walla's are my best friends now!!)

7. "Bike ghaychi tar Bullet ghyachi, ani mage porgi basvaaychi". these famous lines have been said by none other than Makarand sir. I'll leave it at that, cause I dont have a Bullet and Shahab has agreed to accompany me to Kharghar.

8. Finally, many thanks are due yet again to Shailesh and Kartik, for engaging in mindless conversations about bikes of various makes.

Regards,
Sachin K.

P.S - Free rides are available for a nominal cost of Rs.10 per ride.

Catch Thief

The 'night-out', if I can call it that, had not ended and the best part was yet to begin.

Saturday, 24th May, Anand and me hit the streets on my bike at 9.00 pm. First stop was at a super cool burger joint and after a heavy meal; we decided to travel all the way to South Mumbai. The ride on the eastern express highway was exhilarating and the only down side was my bike. She could not do 100kph! Well, considering that I weigh in at 95 and my friend no lesser than me, I guess I was being pretty hard on her. The highlight of the night was the movie shooting we saw at Nariman Point.
So, after all the sight seeing I dropped Anand off at his place and headed straight home. It was 3.00 in the morning the society gates were locked. I honked for the watchman and guess what? Three of them started running towards me with sticks in hand. Now I am aware that I've pissed of a lot of people but I certainly did not expect my sins to catch up so soon!!!. As I braced my self, the watchman hurriedly opened the gate, let me in, and ran off in the opposite direction.
Whew! "Its (still) Alive".
I obviously followed them and found one among them standing below the building adjacent to mine and staring intently at a flat on the fourth floor. When we got to him, he whispered "they're there". He said that he heard noises coming from the flat which was supposed to be empty. The head watchmen was already sweating and very nervous. I soon learnt that there had been an attempted robbery at the complex that very afternoon. I wondered if the robbers had watched "Grindhouse". So here we were, three "watchmen" and me staring at the flat and expecting the worst. Their leader said "Chote, tu upar ja ke dekh". Very convenient. What he meant was, "Chote, tu upar ja ke dekh aur main neeche dar ke chup jata hoon". Chote definitely did not take the order and an argument ensued. I stepped in and suggested that 2 of them go up and 2 of us stay down. They all agreed and soon they were on their way. While we waited, the head watchman gave me a lowdown on all his problems - understaffed, overworked, underpaid, threat from the local goons etc, etc. I was keeping an eye out all the while and trying to sympathize with him when suddenly Chote frantically ran out of the building, minus the stick and his chappals. I grabbed my "shield", my helmet, tighter expecting the robbers to follow him with knives and swords. Instead Chote's partner walked out of the building laughing!!. We were like "what the hell!!?." What happened was, Chote and his partner climbed into the lift to get to the 4th floor, but in their excitement and fear did not close the door. When the lift refused to budge, they sensed that something was wrong, jumped back out and slammed the door, this time closing it. The lift as expected started to move up. The supermen thought that the robbers are making a break for it, (in a lift?), and scrambled.
After reprimanding them the head decided that its best to call back-up and then charge them robbers.
So we locked the entrance to the building and went to get back up. Although they wanted me to stay with them until the operation was over I had no such intention. For my own safety I requested one of them to accompany me to my flat on the 6th floor. Hey, you never know where the goons could be hiding all right and I stay all alone! After securing the flat, I soon fell asleep. I thought I heard some commotion below, but was too tired to go back and participate.

And by now I was rescuing Celina Jaitley and Ishaa Koppikar.

Parallel computing...

Why do people get where they get to and how do they do it? Is it by choice or is it just the natural order of things? Is it because they've wanted to "get there, do that", or was it something that instinctively made them do it? There was a doctor I knew way back, in Pune who ended up opening a string of beauty saloons!! well well well what do u have? A MD hair stylist!!
Now these are a few questions that are unanswered for me.
I have on my part, followed my instincts (the natural order defined for me!), and have worked hard; every time, for every goal that I've set my eyes on. Now, I don't find myself belonging to the "been there, done that" group. The simple question is - why?
Am I just jumping to a conclusion, too soon(thats double speed!) or is my Instinct Recognition System (IRS) is flawed?

Only time will tell. :)

By the way, the title is not misleading - here's the prologue:
I dropped my colleague at his home a few minutes ago and on the way back happened to notice a few people unloading 15 rack mounted servers for their organization. I happen to work in an IT park and so this sight did not take me by surprise. I instantly recollected my dream of being, at least, a security guard at a supercomputing facility, if not a developer. No prizes for guessing that I'm nowhere near fulfilling the dream, either in terms of technology or distance or designation!!