Topsy Turvy Multi Threaded Dreams of Jumbled World

Dream 1: Mom meets her neighbor.

Mom: Hello Mrs. X.

Neighbor: Hello, Mrs.Y.

Mom: So, you got your daughter married?

Neighbor: What could we do? Times are so bad. The kids don’t listen to us anymore.

Mom: Yeah, you could have tried to put some sense in her head.

Neighbor: We tried our level best. But she wouldn’t agree.

Mom: Was everything alright with her? Now, what’s there to hide from me? You know I won’t tell Mrs. Z. I don’t even look at her if I meet her at the supermarket.

Neighbor: No, no. What are you saying? Everything is perfect with her.

Mom walks ahead and meets Mrs. Z.

Mom: Hey there, I have something for you.

Mrs. Z: You met Mrs. Y, who got her daughter married?

Mom: Yes. Now I am sure there is some major flaw her daughter has. She was trying to change the subject all the time when I asked her.

Mrs. Z: What else can she do? I pity her.

Dream 2: A Manager in an IT company with a three reportees, X, Y, Z

X: So boss, what’s been up with you? We haven’t seen you around.

Manager: Hey, I have been making business reports about all the projects we did in the last quarter.

Y: You are doing that now?

Manager: Yeah. I got a mail from one of the Directors for it last week. I have been spending sleepless nights for it.

Z: You should. Why didn’t you make these reports while we were doing these projects?

Manager: Hey chill! I said I am doing it now.

Y: But you got to be more proactive.

X: Yeah. There are so many things you might miss out.

Manager: Now you are being too harsh on me, buddy. I have the data right here with me.

Y: I guess we might be able to help you review these reports.

Manager: That would be great. I wouldn’t want to mess up any numbers.

Dream 3: A Landlord with a prospective tenant, a single, searching for an apartment in Bangalore

Landlord: So, do you like the place?

Tenant: Yes, it’s nice. It even has a toilet that looks like it has a door opening into the room but its a separate room in itself.

Landlord: Yes, we were particular about making a toilet like a toilet,  and not by cutting 1/4th of a room and putting up a pot there.

Tenant: That’s great. I had no idea that there were special rooms like this in the house architecture for a toilet. Normal houses would just cut a corner of a room for a toilet, no?

Landlord: That’s what makes the Bangalore architecture so special. We think about all the needs of singles. What if you have friends coming over for a party or just a sleep over? You need a proper toilet then!

Tenant: Oh sure!

Landlord: Two days back, a girl came to see this house and I refused to give it to her. She had no boyfriends, you see. How can you give your place to a girl who has no boyfriend?

Tenant: That’s true. But she might be a lesbian.

Landlord: I asked her if she was. Her face changed colors from brown to blue to red. I kicked her out. I hope you are not like that.

Tenant: Oh no! I know a lot of people… and we party a lot…

Landlord: Make more friends, get more friends here… the more, the merrier…I want to make a happy place, not a prison!


Diary From My Unknown Hometown… Rohtak – Part 1

Rohtak, the place where I was born, the place where I grew up, attained all my formal educational and professional degrees, and the place where my folks proudly live today is a cause of friendly, funny banter I get from colleagues, ex-colleagues, and friends. No, no, I enjoy their banter too much to complain. If they would stop it, I would hate myself for writing this here. But I came back from a visit to home two days back and I was thinking, how little, people who are close to me in my chosen home, Bangalore, know about this inconsequential town in Haryana.

So, here is a little enlightenment from wikipedia, ‘It is a big city but does not have malls and multiplexes’. Correction: It has one 4-screen multiplex now and another one is under construction. And I would not prefer having malls in my hometown. It would increase the rates of paani-puri and papdi chaat and deteriorate the taste and quality. The curd in papdi chaat there still is curd, not thin white colored water! The multiplexes have already increased the movie ticket rates from 50 bucks to 130!

Anyways, here are the links to info on Rohtak on wikipedia:

But these are links that will not tell you the most important thing about Rohtak. It is a city without any huge industrial resources, but a city of huge aspirations nonetheless. It does not have a burgeoning  Automotive/IT/Services Industry such as Faridabad or Gurgaon. It does not have a Textile base like Hisar. It does not have an established rich and peaceful existence like Karnal, neither does it have an army base like Ambala. (For those who don’t know, these are the rest of Haryana districts).

If you talk of willingness to move out of comfort zones to achieve ambitions, Rohtak would run ahead of all the places I know about. Rohtak can boast of educational facilities of all kinds with in a diameter of 5-8 kms but no industry or population to absorb those skills or talent. It’s not surprising that almost everyone from my brother’s and my senior school batch is not in town anymore. You may still find the girls without professional education married within the city or in Delhi, which is nearest big city. But most of the guys who studied there in the last decade just moved on. The usual Indian mindset of finding a job in your own city just does not apply to the young Rohtakis. The village kids move to Rohtak, Rohtak kids move to Delhi and beyond.

It’s also a city of PYTs. Unlike Haryana and Punjab interiors, girls here are far more free to experiment with clothing. No one would believe it, but my college seniors did wear skirts that barely touched their knees:-) Many of them smoked, dated, moved on to bright places in their careers later. These are things that people do not expect of small town stereotypes. It would be unfair if I don’t share the flipside to this kind of group. In my college, a large section came from villages. These girls wore crisp salwar-kurtas while for us jeans, unwashed and torn, was the mantra. We didn’t really interact with them. But they made almost 50 percent of our college. Now when I go back, I feel either Bangalore is still primitive or Rohtak has grown by light years in the last three years. The jeans have grown tighter, the tops have grown shorter, sexier, and bolder.

The place I knew as a kid was a city of two extremes – Education and Agriculture. More on that and some more of my memories in my subsequent posts…