Learnings from the year that was – 2010 -I

You’re going to come across people in your life who will say all the right words at all the right times. But in the end, it’s always their actions you should judge them by. It’s actions, not words, that matter

But, when we have had ENOUGH we can always REBOOT

When you’re struggling with something, look at all the people around you and realize that every single person you see is struggling with something, and to them, it’s just as hard as what you’re going through.

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30 minutes or free ( well apparently not )

I ordered in pizzas from Domino’s last night. Being at a friend’s place, I gave the guy on the phone my friends’ address, and asked him to repeat it clearly. After all the confirmations, 25 minutes later i got a call, where the delivery guy asks me if I’m not home. I asked where he was delivering, because I had clearly asked him to deliver at my friend’s place. The guy had gone to my place instead. Eventually, after the entire episode, the pizza guy came over about 50 minutes from the order time. We asked for the free guarantee on the pizzas. But lo ! there’s apparently conditions on the “pizza aiyo free”.

Really?

Apparently the maximum Domino’s liability is Rs. 300. So, if your order was above the value, you are only entitled to a discount of the same amount. I can understand the other conditions applied, for e.g. not applicable on festivals, or if the operating conditions are not suitable; but, when, as in this case, the mistake is on the company’s side, and given the way they aggressively go all out with their Free Pizza campaign, it was extremely appalling, when the manager simply asked his guy to give a 300 bucks discount. I mean what? You guys shout it out aloud everywhere, you hire movie stars who dance to the “pizza aiyo free” , in anticipation of late delivery, but the pizza ain’t actually for free, if you deliver late ! Trust issues people !

Why the campaigning then? I mean, and I notice this everywhere, there’s a lots of claims out there. Brands claim to do a million things, they give guarantees of performance, assurances of durability and all with a small ” * ” appended along. The terms and conditions apply on every damn thing. Agreed, without some of these, the companies would risk huge losses to unscrupulous claims. But just denying your USP bluntly, thats just unfair.

Anyways, I took my pizza, and after lots of argument, simply accepted to the “condition”, but for everyone reading this:

Ta na na na na di, pizza’s not for free

Sometime Around Midnight

This is a song from The Airborne Toxic Event ( also of the FIFA 09-Gasoline fame ). It played almost in an infinite loop in my playlists about a couple of months back. Its always left me dumbstruck, probably the most haunting lyrics and tempo I ever heard.

Try and not get lost in the words. Would love to know your favourite lines.

And it starts, sometime around midnight.
Or at least that’s when you lose yourself
for a minute or two.
As you stand, under the bar lights.
And the band plays some song
about forgetting yourself for a while.
And the piano’s this melancholy soundtrack to her smile.
And that white dress she’s wearing
you haven’t seen her for a while.

But you know, that she’s watching.
She’s laughing, she’s turning.
She’s holding her tonic like a cross*.
The room’s suddenly spinning.
She walks up and asks how you are.
So you can smell her perfume.
You can see her lying naked in your arms.

And so there’s a change, in your emotions.
And all these memories come rushing
like feral waves to your mind.
Of the curl of your bodies,
like two perfect circles entwined.
And you feel hopeless and homeless
and lost in the haze of the wine.

Then she leaves, with someone you don’t know.
But she makes sure you saw her.
She looks right at you and bolts.
As she walks out the door,
your blood boiling
your stomach in ropes.
Oh and when your friends say,
“What is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Then you walk, under the streetlights.
And you’re too drunk to notice,
that everyone is staring at you.
You just don’t care what you look like,
the world is falling around you.

You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You know that she’ll break you in two.

Grace Barkha Grace

The Argumentative Indian is a good read, but prolonged argument in self-defence, wherein, even though you might have been misinterpreted, but clearly you had committed a mistake, is a sulk. Barkha Dutt has to understand that just bluntly keeping up the argument isn’t doing her any good; neither is it bringing over any public empathy. The Neeta Radia affair is a mistake she has to take responsibility for, guilty or not !

She might not have had, as she has repeated many times over, any malicious motives; but a mistake of the level it seems to an onlooker, can not to be fought off by making the loudest arguments. And if Barkha doesn’t get why the world is turning in on her, isn’t this exactly what they do to the political leaders, celebrities, sports authorities et al (not that I’m sympathizing), with the slightest sniff of conspiracy, until the concerned are grilled to shame. Public shame is a matter, which cannot be fought off by shouting; it is to be resolved with grace. Admitting to her mistake, whether guilty or not, would be a refreshing change, a step I probably expected someone of her respectability to have come up with straightaway.

Grace Barkha, is what will win you your place back, arguments we’ve already heard a plenty !