Or hello it wasn't anything of that sort maybe it was just another of me-can and then I lost interest. Well I don't even remember why I quit, or even if I quit, or even if I had started blogging ever, but what the butter chicken! here I am.. what if its cathartic symbiosis of reality interlaced with memories.
A lot has continued to change, I have continued to think to quit radio, but like a shameless winding tail of a street dog, I continue to park myself every weekend in the lifeless studio; which assumingly and amusingly rocks thousands of lives out there, or so we are happy to believe, but then, who is out there daring enough to rock us out of this delirium; Nobody!. When you slip, darn its you! who is moving away and you blame the world, for having left you alone to free fall, what an irony!
I have in the past 2 years moved out of radio for good 6 months , killed a beautiful show called Hasto Ke Ghar Baste and thank you listeners for giving me an identity out of that show; which took birth out of sheer frustration, when me and Naren use to sit in the studios, with Naren playing non stop tracks in his second hour and I waiting for my Dilli Mail, to kiss the mike couple of hours later. Dr Ritu the darling that she is,equally pricey in giving her attention, well it will be hard for the Channel to get any other Boss, who with her limited, precious, eagerly awaited and remarkably popular on-air presence would outsmart majority of her regular Radio Jocks. She was daring and was ably assisted in her mental and creative faculties, beating her age, she sure is past the exuberant fledgelings youth that todays RJs are made of, but her ability to think on her feet and ability to compose thoughts in hard hitting soft compositions would make any one worth his salt fall for her charms, and with her fashionable straight in the eye demurring presence she would knock out a lot of young wannabes. We miss her, us lesser mortals especially for she picked me up as RJ, only because I being muslim was taken for granted to be good with Urdru (which reality is that I don't know how to read or write) and being North Indian, was not to have any issues with Hindi(reality was that having lived 10 years in south I would mix up genders as if there has to be a perfect marriage of opposites in nouns and supporting verbs) and English was good enough to not worry of, for I had done English Radio for good 5 years at Bangalore. She soon woke upto the reality of having taken on-board a RJ, experienced enough to not learn and fallible enough to be taken back to basics. So she corrected my Hindi and became my Hindi tutor, to an extent, where I could cover up my faux-pas, not so much if you happen to listen to my top of the hour news bulletins.
Anyway so it was a lot of threatening, reasoning, blackmailing, emotional manipulation, buttering and cunning smartness to get her to understand that its a waste to let someone like Naren, play non stop music and why not I, learn some on air humour with him and do a show together without any extra renumeration.
Thats how Hasto Ke Ghar 2 hour show was born and how did it come to an end .. well the reason to bring it down is yours truly. It sure hurts but then there is a nasty satisfaction that the creator managed to be the destructor and what a peace, if there was someone else, God have mercy on him! for we loved the show so much that we could have even have killed that person had it been anyone but me.
Radio has lost its charm, its not easy to work with new bosses and so I have been trying to enjoy my full time job. Our gang of few stupid and mentally challenging and emotionally weak RJs also hit its The End with one getting married, the other moving to a private Station, another first teaming up locally with a private station and then, now moved out of city (as if staying in the same city was getting criminal ,huh?)and me and Naren having parted thanks to the collapse of the show.
So we were talking about how punctual the change had been and how fool we had been to believe, that Changes are only for good, forgetting that good is a comparison and the moment you get few good in your life; it slides down the scale to become average! and then you start moving further up!. Its a futile exercise to find GOOD in your life, Man if you were intelligently foolish enough to believe me, you sure would throw a smile on that.
But hold on, you cant throw a smile on the Toll Plaza on the Delhi-Gurgaon Expressway, I sure have suddenly got a hanfull collection of clocks which have seconds running slower than the minutes, for none of my watches clock the whole journey to be of 20 minutes of zip. The first problem is, we attempted to beat the basic Indian belief that staying on the right side will lead us to the Right turn and so you have a chaos on the RTR Flyover where traffic towards Gurgaon wants to stay on the left(need to go sraight) and Traffic for Dwarka/Domestic Airport wants to stay on the right(as they need to take a right turn) which is not what the Flyover designers thought of providing, they wanted to surprise our logic and why not! for its a long 27 km journey which will be so boring if there be no surprises like this. So the first day there was massive jams, second day the vehicles were being driven in reverse gear, in spite of Traffic Marshalls holding the respective placards, aptly forgetting that while driving, we would like to focus at the wheel, our phone and cigarettes :) and we men would go to hell ,to have sinned! if we dared to read signs, and worst if we tried to understand them.
Well this is not just the only beating the logic on this expressway, when you hit the toll plaza you clearly find the indications for lanes marked for TAGs and the for TOLL and they were initially placed alternatively. But reading we do in libraries or offices, but never on the road, its dangerous after all :), so there was chaos and on every lane we had folks who wanted to pay toll and move on, blocking passage for TAGged vehicles. And then next day you had another beating the logic game, this time there was just ONE TAG lane, the most extreme right one and the rest all were meant for TOLL, after all only handful of them had bought TAGs rest of us believed in living the complete experience of paying and getting receipt and then moving on. But here was another beating the logic, now someone forgot that we LOVE to jump the lanes, and get really ecstatic singing hallelujah :) , when we get to CREATE our own lanes! and so when the wide road converges into 16 lanes ,there is a lot of space in between those lanes and so few of us get that ethereal experience of creating our OWN lanes adding to the chaos and then visibly playing - pehle aap pehle aap! (aap actually means ME, if you thought it otherwise).
So 2 days of living with my slow clock, I reverted back to Good Old MG road, simple for I don't have to pay to burn extra gas, ruin the environment and get a nasty look on my face with bosses thinking that here I am coming late after yet another interview for another job; and since I have returned, without yet a resignation letter to him, it means I am no good for another job and therefore shouldnt be considered good inspite of really delivering good work day in and day out and hence he can deny me all the benefits of a hard and leal worker!
More on life tomorrow, till then you can welcome me back ! :)
posted by Trivial @ 10:08 AM
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