Sunday, November 20, 2011

..a kiss to build story on...

(On 15th November evening, I had a small discussion with my colleagues in office on what next after business solutions on mobile.)

I tossed the idea of:

Stage 1:
  • If mobile can answer the sound waves with an inbuilt sensor, we may possibly have a sensor built to catch the neuro/ brain waves as well. I am sure we will be able to get there because brain waves/ nervous system do instruct all the body organs;
  • If aforesaid is achieved, such sensors can be implanted in human brain itself. (I mean chips those may receive brain/ neuro waves/ instructions);
  • If aforesaid is achieved, we don’t need a mobile, just by thinking about someone, with the brain waves we will be able to send and receive information like telepathy between one person to another through chips implanted in our brain. (Exact recognition options can be designed as a human mind identifies people with several parameters...and not just with name and/or number);
  • If aforesaid is achieved, and we may be able to develop applications for not only business but also for each and every person for his/ her day to day work. The whole population (not just those using a mobile phone) in the world could be our potential market. (Desktops > Laptops > Mobile > Brain Chips)

Stage 2:
  • Later we may manage to build an interceptor to receive brain waves (with a database of all recognition options in point 3 above) which are not necessary directed to us;
  • If aforesaid is achieved, we may be able to catch the thought process of any person in future.
  • If aforesaid is achieved, we will know who all are our potential customers.
I know friends, aforesaid appears crazy. But landing on moon was equally crazy to those who fought the first war of Panipat.

But my own idea scared me last night.

If this technology was available as of yesterday (on my 8th anniversary), Kuhoo might have known everything that went through my mind (written in italics with my each response during conversations yesterday)

Sometime in morning.

K : “Happy Anniversary”.
M: “Oh dear, I was going to say that..and you spoke”. (...God I forgot my anniversary again…how does she remember this always..when she forgets her ATM pin, Adi’s bus number etc…)

K : “I Love you”
M : “..me too. More than anyone else in the world” (Shit..I could have said this at least before she did)

K : “You remember our first anniversary?”
M : “Off course” (Off course not)

K : “I sat near the river early morning. That second arghya day of Chatth Puja”.
M : “Yes...and I stood in the river watching you” (...was that second arghya day of Chatth ? so inhuman, how could you remember all that ?)

K : “So what’s the plan?”
M : “Not now..wait..you'll love it..” (Which plan ? I just want to sleep please...)

K : “OK. I bring tea for you”
M : “Thank You. I will go to Adi’s school after that. Be ready by that time.”

I went to Adi’s school to apply for his School Leaving Certificate etc. I came back around 11 AM. Mummy too wanted to give something to her ladli Bahu. To my scare both of them were ready by the time I returned.

K : “We are going to Chemmanur”. She was unable to hold back the grin.
M : I smiled. “Even I wanted to go there”. (...get poorer by 25K at least..)

K : “Really?”. Her eyes shining…she was sure of two gifts now…one each from mummy and me.
M : “Indeed. I got down at Bowbazar to buy something...but couldn’t buy.” (well another reason of getting down there was the lovely crowd at Bowbazar. But I couldn’t buy because of the hand-rickshaw puller event written in my last post )

K : “Is this saree looking good?”
M : “Yeah..very nice” (...does that matter ?)

K : “You remember this one?”
M : “Yes” (No)

K : “You bought this on my birthday”
M : “Yes” (..how am I supposed to remember..they all look the same)

K : “We will stop by at McD while coming back”
M : “Sure”

Mummy looked perplexed with the idea of lunch at McD. But Adi was happy. I didn’t want to spoil their mood. We completed shopping, had something at McD and came back home.

K : “Let’s go to Hypercity”
M : “Anything specific?” (We just came back home..no ?)

K : “General grocery stuff, fruits and vegetables”
M : “ok”

Then we went to Hypercity. Kuhoo started with her intense shopping; bought a chocolate cake. Engaging Adi is easy; just buy him a car. We could come back home by 9 PM.

K : “Too late na..I was thinking, should we order Pizza ? Adi too wanted to have Pizza today”. Adi appeared like a puppy wagging its tail...as if he never had Pizza for years. And all he eats is plain garlic bread.

M : “Yup. Normal or thin crust?” (It just came out of me...but it gave an impression of how much I care.)

K : “Normal. Thin crust you order for yourself”. She smiled.

I ordered a veggie supreme for myself and a chicken one for Kuhoo. Pizza came. It was around 11.00 PM by the time we could finish and go to bed.

K : “Promise me. You’ll always love me like this”. And I got a kiss to build story on.
M : “Love you...always”. (..do I have an option?)

Monday, November 7, 2011

Coming back to life..


By Udayan

“Get up Birthday buoy; aren’t you getting late?” Kuhoo almost whispered in my ears.

There is nothing sweeter than your wife waking you up on those special days (of course when she is in good mood).

“No. Sonu has messaged; the flight is delayed by an hour”.

Sonu sponsored the trip as my laptop was dead. Our genius friends in support department had done some changes in my user account settings that had deactivated my windows password as well. And I had to go to my SAP office in Kolkata to login (in office LAN) to revive my laptop. Plan was to go to Kolkata in morning and return to Patna in evening.

I boarded the flight to Kolkata at 10 AM.

It is rightly said, some words have physical meaning, and not just meaning. One must undergo such words to understand their meaning. Consulting profession has given an opportunity to travel to various places, know and interact with various kinds and types of people; and that has helped me go through and understand a multitude of emotions. I have understood what is love and infiniteness; what is pain and heartlessness; what is survival and selflessness. Over the years, I think, I have become too receptive to such emotions; and that often compels me to vent any overflow.

I reached Kolkata around 11:15 AM and proceeded towards Ho Chi Minh Sarani, near Esplandade. The hustle at Kolkata remains same; change appears to be the slowest here.

Anyway I wasn’t in much hurry and my taxi driver knew all the roads of Kolkata. He took me to the roads I would never have believed hadn’t I passed through them.



And then I reached Bowbazar; actually on a road called B.B.Ganguly Street.

I found a series of Jewelry shops on one side of the road. I had some time, I thought to get down for few minutes and pick up an earring for Kuhoo.

The first shop I went to was a small one, and it was attended by a single person who was already losing his cool answering to three-four customers simultaneously asking for something in Bangla. I decided to look for a bigger shop; but realized that my taxi driver had already parked the vehicle at some distance. I started walking.

An old man shouted at me and said something that I couldn’t understand. But I stopped. I saw the old man, who was actually a hand-rickshaw puller and was asking whether I wanted a ride.

He was around 70; may be more. So lean and weak that he could just manage to walk. I saw his eyes, they pleaded for a customer. I saw his body, they pleaded for rest. I couldn’t ignore him. I knew about hand-rickshaw pullers in Kolkata and in some other parts in India; and I think I have read or heard news about them as well a number of times. But I had never seen them so near, I had never imagined how cruel it could appear. Possibly I will never be able to explain the shiver I had; because I too couldn’t have felt it, had I not actually stood before such person.

For once I thought to give him some money but that could have dishonored his labor; I couldn’t accept his offer either. I felt I will cry.

Finally he spoke in hindi. “Achca. Koi aur jayega”. He almost smiled as he bailed me out of the predicament.

“Dada, aur koi kaam nahi kar sakte?”

“yehi hai, bus”.

“…lekin aap beemar ho jaoge..mar jaoge….” I spoke something incoherently..I don’t remember.

“wo to sabhi...jab tak mara nahi..jinda hai”. I have heard such words in movies, but for the first time I heard these words from someone who actually meant it.

He turned to the other side of the road, found another customer and moved on. I stood there for some time. He didn’t even look back.



I proceeded towards my office and completed my work around lunch time.

Around 2.30 PM I left for New Town (near Rajarhat) where my friend Anupam has just relocated from CMC Vellore. He has just joined Tata Medical Center (TMC) as Consultant - Haematologist and Bone marrow transplant. At TMC I saw another set of people fighting for survival; and yet another doing their best to save lives.

It was once again an emotion packed birthday to me. And finally Bhabhi (Anupam’s wife) who has also joined TMC (actually the same day) almost ran back from hospital and prepared that yum Rajma Puri for me. Perhaps she knew I couldn’t have my lunch that day.

Anupam and Bhabhi

In the morning flight I was almost cursing some people for making me travel on my birthday; in the evening flight I had a quiet moment to realize the purpose. I wasn’t complaining any more as I had learnt few more lessons to honor this life.

I landed at Patna around 8 PM. Kuhoo and Adi were waiting for me to cut the cake. We didn’t go out as Kuhoo was in middle of cleaning the rooms. I too was little tired. But Adi wasn’t; he did what loves the most, putting the cake all over our face.


Over the dinner, Kuhoo asked about my laptop. I smiled. "My hand-rickshaw has come back to life".