Disclaimer : This is more or less a true story with traces of fiction at appropriate places , any similarity with a person living or dead is purely intentional .
Once upon a time , in the city of lakes Bhopal , there lived a boy . I don’t remember his name and I think thats not even important . As Albert Einstein rightly said ,” whats in the name ?” or was it Dan Brown ? eh ? , For convenience sake let’s call him ‘M’ . But I do remember what his friends used to call him , they used to call him ‘Nawab’ and this guy certainly used to live up to that name . Just for the records , he did not have those “Nawabi Shauks” you guys are thinking of . During his school , engineering and post engineering days , this guy has done it all , from chasing girls 20 kms on a bike , just to know their address to chilling in the Sheesha Lounges and placing a bet on any team playing against Manchester United that weekend . ( He was a die-hard anti – MU , SAF , CR7/CR9 and WR8/10 ) . Sitting on the staircase in front of CCD with friends and commenting on each girls dressing style , having RS at Prakash Dhaba to Long Island Iced Tea at Noor-Us-Sabah palace , hitting on neighbours living on either side of his house , driving 30 kms at 3 a.m to have poha . (Who cares about petrol prices when you are provided with two cars and 60 litres petrol per month in each of them by the state Govt.) , watching superflop movies in their third week with his girl , this guy had done it all . To cut the long story short this guy used to live life KING SIZE or rather PRINCE SIZE if we go by the title . Even after all this , his cousin ‘H’ or the Nawab of Raipur/Pune used to complain that M needs to get a life , well H is from a different planet altogether , will talk more about him some other day . All this while M used to think about himself as creative types and wanted to study in a Communication Management B-School , somewhere in the Modi-land . Fortunately / Unfortunately , he didn’t make it to the B-School of his dreams and landed in a very disciplined Bangalore B-School . Well adjusting in to this place was tough , even for him . Never in his life was he exposed to such diversity , he and his roomies were separated by the Tropic of Cancer . Even in this diversity there were not many girls comparable to his girl , and unfortunately those who were had an awful taste with guys .People were very different from the ones he knew till then , they were thinkers , planners , strategists . They even have a strategy to woo a girl . There was a rat race all around . M never took part in the rat race as he believed that the winner of a rat race is always a rat and that he is a cat , and by cat he didn’t mean a pussy cat ( No pun intended ) . In the very first week itself he found out that MBA is nothing but an art of complexifying simple things and then take pride in solving them . But it was tough rather complex . 100% attendance for a guy who hasn’t cross 50% attendance mark in any of the 8 semesters of his engineering , relative grading for the guy who went with only 1 goal to all exams and that was securing 35 marks (even 30 at times and expecting a grace of 5 marks) .For the first week the M was happy but then he lost his zeal , energy and enthusiasm . Some think of him as a flip-flop with well-defined on and off state . This B- School was an awful tasting medicine but I guess the patient much needed it . I have a little piece of advice for M , “ just have some faith .“(Much inspired by Lincoln Burrows of Prison Break ) What will happen to him , only time will tell . Till then all you guys out there , Just Have Some Faith .
bhai kya to baat hai..tum to 1 month mein hi badal gye :p
ReplyDeletevaise good yaar...really good...kabhi humare baare mein bhi 2-3 lines likhiyega "nawaaab" :p
Nawab sat lonely on the bank of river while he has given up his princely state. Everything is still and the pond water exemplified that. It was a mirror for Nawab. He looked down and saw his image. It was similar to introspection as when a person thinks about himself he looking in the mirror, just that mirror reflects his mind. This layer of mirror is nothing but the world around him which drew his picture after moulding his perceptions. The surface of pond was plain and smooth and static.
ReplyDeleteAnd then there was some movement in the stillness. A long feather flew over Nawab’s head. This feather is like a thought which often crosses our mind and we don’t catch it. We let it go. But Nawab reached out his hand to the feather which was now flying away from him. He caught it and embraced its smooth texture. It was long and beautiful. He looked at his image on water again and slowly took the feather to the water. And as the tip of feather touched the surface of pond it created ripples the whole pond. These ripples are like poignant thoughts that end the stagnancy in ideas.
Let’s hope Nawab keeps collecting these feathers and keeps creating ripples in the minds. And hopefully one day he collects enough which will eventually make him FLY.
gr8 job both mohil n vibhu
ReplyDeleteNice one bro!!!It was really interesting to read ur blog..keep writing waiting for some more.....
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