I think it was a Friday. We spend a bit more time in the campus on Fridays as we don’t have to get up early and come to work the next 2 consecutive days. Well, that was a lame excuse. The real reason being that our campus looks so colorful and lively on Fridays and as all of us are suckers for beauty, we wouldn’t want to miss this opportunity! Everybody would come in casuals on Fridays (I wonder why the rules/society restrict anyone from doing what he/she likes, through it is in no way turns out to be a social evil? Umm…I’d probably think about this some other time and jot it down here). Our campus transforms into any college/university campus in the US or AU on Fridays (no, stop salivating. Nobody comes in a Bondi beach gear..) One of us would be lost checking out a hot chick and when we ask him where he is lost, he would say that he was busy examining the beauty of a freaking tree in Spring, that has been planted right next to the x-smoking zone! We say we believed him coz even we will also be busy checking out such but moving trees!
On Fridays, our eyes would be performing at their best and ears at their worst. Each of us has to repeat multiple times what he said in order to make others understand. This might also be another reason for our lingered stay in the campus on Fridays.
So on such a Friday, after we were exhausted with our usual topics such as fighter planes, plane crashes, Indo-Pak/Sino-Indian wars, secret service agencies, serial killers, current affairs (current affairs in our parlance means news on Tewari, Nithyananda and such macho men…), our disgusting politicians, nauseating politicial/educational/social setup, pulling each others’ legs by associating him with some chick on the floor….we bumped upon this very innovative and interesting topic – “What each of us would write in his Eulogy, if all of us go 6ft under, except himself!?? The topic was as challenging as it was interesting coz here we’ve to say something about a person who is not dead yet but is sitting there, right in front of you, alive and kicking, and eagerly waiting for you to read your eulogy on him! The fuckup here is that you can’t even lie since he is there to crosscheck, unlike it happens in 99.99% of the eulogies. If you lie, he is certainly gonna get sulky coz of two reasons – (i) you have already made him dead (ii) on top of killing him, as an act of rubbing salt on the wound, you’re gonna lie about him in order to please him, which you never did hitherto. So you’ve to ensure that your eulogy won’t make him angry and at the same time, is free of lies. None of us could come up with a justifiable speech. For others except myself, it might be coz of the two reasons stated above but for me, it’s another story. I can’t think fast. Most of the times, my mind will be blank. I can’t think of something just because I’ve to say something. Framing a meaningful sentence is the toughest challenge for me (even in my mother tongue wherein my vocabulary is above par) I can’t even narrate a story that I read recently or a movie that I watched a couple of hours ago. I think this must be a kinda psychological disorder. Anyway, each of us came up with a line or two and we soon forgot the topic. Now that I remembered that it becomes my first and foremost duty to pay respect to my ‘dearest living friends’, and as I’ve got ample time to think and write about them, I must use this as a podium to come up with a eulogy on each of them. I’ve used their pen-names here as it was in our MoU not to reveal each others’ identity at any cost. But I guess it will be very easy for anyone to identify who the person is once they go through it. I’m in a fix here…if I write what I wanted to say about that person, then it will be nothing but blowing the lid off of his identity and if I don’t write what I wanted to say, it will be as if I’m lying about that person, and hence it might make him angry. Hence, considering that my friend-dear is no more and in order not to make him angry though my effort would reveal his identity, I chose the latter option. But I will only use the pen-name of the concerned person. Identifying him is left up to you IQ. So one by one, here we go…
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Phoenix: I had to do some research on Phoenix on the Internet before writing this eulogy, mainly because I didn’t know how to spell it. It is said that Phoenix is a ‘firebird’ but this friend of mine was totally opposite to that. I wish he had chosen the pen-name ‘Ice Man’ or a “Cucumber’ (ref: as cool as a cucumber) coz that’s what would’ve described him the best. Always cool, composed, introvert, non-talkative, and never lost his temper even on a single occasion in the entire 4+ years that I knew him. We both joined the company on the same day; and we both knew that we both didn’t enjoy what we have to do inside the bay, since day one. A brilliant person with a stronghold on a variety of topics, intelligent to the core, had a fine command over the language, very supple and articulate on the topics of his interest and set such a wonderful example for the ‘waste of resource’- if it is to be phrased out in management’s tongue! I guess Naukri.com came up with its tagline “Caught in the Wrong Job” just by looking at him. He would have made a perfect soldier if he had been in the Services and would have won at least 3 gallantry awards, if not 4 by the time he retired. Provided proper training, he would have got rid of the 26/11 attackers within 4 hours and without any civilian causalities, which unfortunately, lasted for 4 days and resulted in 173 civilian deaths. His knowledge on fighter planes and automobiles was second to none.
Coming to his personal traits, he had this diligently-chiseled looks like that of Michelangelo’s David or any other Greek-God, on which women did go mad! Our TTK group so often requested him to go for the pen-name “Casanova”, coz he was as much a womanizer as Casanova was. Women just fell for him! But as modest as he was, he always politely denied our request with a childish smile. We listed around 16 girls in our Process alone (which included some married ones too! and who knows how many girls were head over heels for him in the outside world!?), that were totally flat on him! But he never ever fell even for a single girl. “The dogs bark but the caravan passes on through” – had always been the response on his serene face. Like any other great soul who will always be in the quest of what he is destined to do, he neglected all this transient, small worldly joys and was always to be found in a profoundly thoughtful mood. None of us could plumb the depths of his thoughts. He always went for the ‘big’ ones; I mean bigger things in life…:)
He was a good sportsman too! Though he was a great forward player in football, he always preferred to be the goalkeeper coz no other guy would go for it. And once I remember how he dived to his left and saved a goal which turned out to be the match winner! The dive was so fantastic that I still remember the details - he was wearing his navy-blue, round-neck t-shirt and blue jeans. He badly hurt his back but still kept on playing in the coming days, until we stopped playing football. And of late we discovered that he was also a poet – a sound mind in a sound body! It took me almost 2 days to write my first article, and J.Black took a couple of hours to come up with a poem for our blog but this guy – Phoenix, took just 15mins to write a poem; that too on the most disgusted topic ever to be found on the planet! If he could churn out such an engrossing poem out of such a detestable topic, I always wondered what if he had tried writing on the most beautiful topics such as love, affection, beauty etc.
But today, my friend Phoenix is laying here - calm and composed has he had always been. They have agreed to inscribe my line “Here Sleeps A Virgin Casanova” on his epitaph. He had been a great friend and a source of inspiration. I would cherish the beautiful moments I happened to spend with him. For the coming generations, I would proudly be telling that I was one among his friends – I used to walk with him, used to talk with him, played with him, spent time with him at the Terminal. And I would be feeling proud within considering that I walked among the Giants like him. I’m damn sure that he’ll be there with open arms to welcome us all (if I happen to reach heaven by some major accounting error). As Corbett puts across the lines from the The Last of the Mohicans –
“the Happy Hunting Ground, where I know I shall find him waiting for me...”
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J.Black: I still have not made any research on this pen-name. And neither did I ever ask him why you chose this id. But all I know is that there must have been a very logical and rational reason behind him going for this id. Coz he was the most intelligent, sharp-witted and rationale person amongst us. And he was the youngest one among us too!
He was my very first auditor in Infy. Before joining Infy, I used to drift with the tide, always following what others would say., having no goal, no thinking ability of my own. But after I got to know this guy, I probably picked up from him how to use the miniscule amount of grey matter stuffed right between my ears and use it whenever required. It is alas that his efforts in making me learn to use my brain ended in vain, but it of course was of some use. He taught me many things related to work, and things that were not related to work. It was so difficult to believe that he was actually 26 but not 62! He was a personification of the saying – “a wise head on young shoulders”.
He was the first one among us to achieve many things in life. He was the my first auditor as stated above, he was the first one to grow vertically on the professional growth ladder and become a TL and a manager thereafter, he always was the first one to talk to the clients, he was the first person without whom the management couldn’t move, and most importantly, he was the first one among us to have a girl friend! J Well, still important is that he was the first one to come up with “The Terminal Think Tank” idea! He was always the first one to break the ice and make us (TTK) strike up a conversation. The Think Tank would have been just an empty tank without this guy – coz he always was the one to bring the “thinking” dimension to it. Phoenix and this guy studied in the same school and knew each other for not less than 10 years.
Of course he was mischievous! Only the people who knew him closely would know that he was a wolf in a sheep’s clothing. He used to pull PedoDa’s legs like anything. It was such a fun to watch both of them engage in a verbal row and abuse each other! That will truly go down the memory lane as one of the most memorable events that I happened to witness at the Terminal. Forget pulling PedoDa’s legs, once he even pulled his shorts while playing football! (fortunately, PedoDa was wearing an undi on that day for a change! Otherwise I would have gone to a coma forever!) J Once PedoDa quit Infy, he started fingering up Phoenix. So Phoenix, out of fondness, used to call him ‘the biggest harami on the planet’. At times, he would also pull my legs. Whenever I was talking to a friend online, he would somehow sniff it out and would come and stand behind me. To my bad luck, most of the times, that friend of mine turned out to be a girl L and I used to get screwed for the next two days. Many a times I’ve wondered this guy must have been a sniffer dog in his previous birth…
His life had been a roller-coaster ride. He had seen a lot of ups and downs for his young age. They say “with age comes wisdom” but I would say “with experience comes wisdom”. If it was for age, then I should have been a wise fellow by now which I don’t see happening anywhere in the near future.
Just like with Phoenix, of late did I discover that he was also a poet. He was also caught in the wrong job. I bet he would have made a fortune as a heavyweight boxer. His hand, with a large club fist, was like a mallet or a pair of pincers for a friendly grasp, and, tightly closed, would almost break a paving-stone (courtesy: Toilers of the Sea). These two friends of mine never boasted about their talents, always kept a low profile, and never revealed how talented they were even to their closest friends. It is unfortunate that I didn’t get to spend much time with J.Black coz I joined Infy a couple of years after he joined. But whatever time that I spent with him, that time is simply invaluable. This guy again makes me remind and feel proud of myself that I walked among the Giants. Both in persona and with a 90+ kg mass, he was truly a Giant! So here, with the fondest of memories shaking my hands and their shadows veiling my eyes, I scribe on his epitaph –
“Those Whom the Gods Love – Die Young”
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PedoDa: Nothing arouses more curiosity than this guy’s id! So let me explain it first. Pedo stands for ‘pedophile’ and Da stands for the Da as in Pancham Da, Kishore Da, Saurav Da etc. Please don’t get shocked – he was neither a pedophile (as far as I know) nor of a person of the stature of the people being called out above. But he was a diehard fan of one of the great personalities being mentioned above. He was such a fan of his idol that once he even avowed that his role model is greater than anyone or anything in the world, including his parents! I used to laugh about this thinking that how anyone could ever be greater than one's parents!? But of late, I realized that it makes sense. It makes sense to have someone as your role model who, at times, turns out to be more adorable, more loveable and more sensible than your parents. Anyway, just to pull his legs, we came up with this cute little name for him! Well, as you guessed, it was J.Black who coined and bestowed upon him this id the first time! (if you remember, he was the first one to do most of the things…J) When PedoDa heard his new name, he got pissed, got up and walked away. He didn’t join us on breaks for 2 weeks or so. We even went to his bay to call him but he never came out even to see us. He was the most childish, most energetic and the most imbecile type among us! (I guess he wouldn’t have talked to me for the next two weeks if he happened to read this!)
But he had always been a wonderful friend of mine since day one! I still remember the first day wherein I had to process my live task. I was struggling to complete it. J.Black was busy with something and nobody was there to help me. And whoever was there, was busy helping a couple of girls complete their tasks – which was quite natural. Even I would’ve done the same if I was in their position. Or else people will think that I’m not straight. Anyway, I was at sea, was hungry, and didn’t know what to do. And this guy in dark-maroon formal shirt comes on his own to checkout what is happening with me, why I’ve not completed my task yet. I tell him my situation and he goes through my task, calls another friend of his and they complete it all by themselves. I felt so grateful! Not only that day, as long as I was under audits, he was there to help me. Thus we became good friends thereafter. He eventually ended up as my TL before moving out of the process, and eventually, out of the company. But as long as he was there, he bought life to our tea-table conversations! J.Black pulling his legs, his retaliation in return, Phoenix and I fanning the flame…ah! those were the days! :)
Just like Phoenix, he was also a womanizer! I think all in the TTK were Casanovas or Playboys except me! PedoDa was a bodybuilder (well, an aspiring bodybuilder) who was so damn crazy about the male anatomy! Girls used to fall for him. But he didn’t cut that much a saintly figure as Phoenix or J.Black did I guess ;-) But of course, he often used to tell that his conscience used to blackmail him and didn’t allow him to go out with girls – which we believed. We believed it the same way when one of said that he was checking out the beauty of the tree, as told in the very first paragraph.
He was the most popular among us! But was a child at heart – always talkative and open minded. At times I wondered whether he was 30 or 03 – as against the case with J.Black! He was also the filthiest fellow among us who loved to scratch all parts of his body, irrespective of the place, time and the environment L But he was human :) He gave meaning to the homo-sapien name. As long as he was there, we have had a good time. And even after he moved out of the company, I used to catch him up over the weekends and watch a movie or so. But now PedoDa is not here. I’m gonna get psyched over the weekends thinking about how to kill time. But I’ve to accept the things that come my way and as it is my duty, I must scribe something on his epitaph. So I write,
“Thanks for Leaving – PedoDa” :)
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Declaration
Well, here I feel somewhat satisfied but not happy for penning down what I’d planned to write. I started off with a lot of thoughts, but had to type the half of it thrice from scratch coz this bleeding computer would not store anything that is being stored on it, once it gets switched off. And there have been 3 power cut incidents since morning. I’m tired, hungry and just want to go home and take rest. I came here at 10:30am and now it is 07:15pm. Didn’t have lunch. It is obvious that the quality will be very poor. This fucking thing looks more like a diary and less like an article. But anyway, this is the best I can do for the day and I’m happy that I’ve got something for tomorrow, as per the MoU.
On Fridays, our eyes would be performing at their best and ears at their worst. Each of us has to repeat multiple times what he said in order to make others understand. This might also be another reason for our lingered stay in the campus on Fridays.
So on such a Friday, after we were exhausted with our usual topics such as fighter planes, plane crashes, Indo-Pak/Sino-Indian wars, secret service agencies, serial killers, current affairs (current affairs in our parlance means news on Tewari, Nithyananda and such macho men…), our disgusting politicians, nauseating politicial/educational/social setup, pulling each others’ legs by associating him with some chick on the floor….we bumped upon this very innovative and interesting topic – “What each of us would write in his Eulogy, if all of us go 6ft under, except himself!?? The topic was as challenging as it was interesting coz here we’ve to say something about a person who is not dead yet but is sitting there, right in front of you, alive and kicking, and eagerly waiting for you to read your eulogy on him! The fuckup here is that you can’t even lie since he is there to crosscheck, unlike it happens in 99.99% of the eulogies. If you lie, he is certainly gonna get sulky coz of two reasons – (i) you have already made him dead (ii) on top of killing him, as an act of rubbing salt on the wound, you’re gonna lie about him in order to please him, which you never did hitherto. So you’ve to ensure that your eulogy won’t make him angry and at the same time, is free of lies. None of us could come up with a justifiable speech. For others except myself, it might be coz of the two reasons stated above but for me, it’s another story. I can’t think fast. Most of the times, my mind will be blank. I can’t think of something just because I’ve to say something. Framing a meaningful sentence is the toughest challenge for me (even in my mother tongue wherein my vocabulary is above par) I can’t even narrate a story that I read recently or a movie that I watched a couple of hours ago. I think this must be a kinda psychological disorder. Anyway, each of us came up with a line or two and we soon forgot the topic. Now that I remembered that it becomes my first and foremost duty to pay respect to my ‘dearest living friends’, and as I’ve got ample time to think and write about them, I must use this as a podium to come up with a eulogy on each of them. I’ve used their pen-names here as it was in our MoU not to reveal each others’ identity at any cost. But I guess it will be very easy for anyone to identify who the person is once they go through it. I’m in a fix here…if I write what I wanted to say about that person, then it will be nothing but blowing the lid off of his identity and if I don’t write what I wanted to say, it will be as if I’m lying about that person, and hence it might make him angry. Hence, considering that my friend-dear is no more and in order not to make him angry though my effort would reveal his identity, I chose the latter option. But I will only use the pen-name of the concerned person. Identifying him is left up to you IQ. So one by one, here we go…
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Phoenix: I had to do some research on Phoenix on the Internet before writing this eulogy, mainly because I didn’t know how to spell it. It is said that Phoenix is a ‘firebird’ but this friend of mine was totally opposite to that. I wish he had chosen the pen-name ‘Ice Man’ or a “Cucumber’ (ref: as cool as a cucumber) coz that’s what would’ve described him the best. Always cool, composed, introvert, non-talkative, and never lost his temper even on a single occasion in the entire 4+ years that I knew him. We both joined the company on the same day; and we both knew that we both didn’t enjoy what we have to do inside the bay, since day one. A brilliant person with a stronghold on a variety of topics, intelligent to the core, had a fine command over the language, very supple and articulate on the topics of his interest and set such a wonderful example for the ‘waste of resource’- if it is to be phrased out in management’s tongue! I guess Naukri.com came up with its tagline “Caught in the Wrong Job” just by looking at him. He would have made a perfect soldier if he had been in the Services and would have won at least 3 gallantry awards, if not 4 by the time he retired. Provided proper training, he would have got rid of the 26/11 attackers within 4 hours and without any civilian causalities, which unfortunately, lasted for 4 days and resulted in 173 civilian deaths. His knowledge on fighter planes and automobiles was second to none.
Coming to his personal traits, he had this diligently-chiseled looks like that of Michelangelo’s David or any other Greek-God, on which women did go mad! Our TTK group so often requested him to go for the pen-name “Casanova”, coz he was as much a womanizer as Casanova was. Women just fell for him! But as modest as he was, he always politely denied our request with a childish smile. We listed around 16 girls in our Process alone (which included some married ones too! and who knows how many girls were head over heels for him in the outside world!?), that were totally flat on him! But he never ever fell even for a single girl. “The dogs bark but the caravan passes on through” – had always been the response on his serene face. Like any other great soul who will always be in the quest of what he is destined to do, he neglected all this transient, small worldly joys and was always to be found in a profoundly thoughtful mood. None of us could plumb the depths of his thoughts. He always went for the ‘big’ ones; I mean bigger things in life…:)
He was a good sportsman too! Though he was a great forward player in football, he always preferred to be the goalkeeper coz no other guy would go for it. And once I remember how he dived to his left and saved a goal which turned out to be the match winner! The dive was so fantastic that I still remember the details - he was wearing his navy-blue, round-neck t-shirt and blue jeans. He badly hurt his back but still kept on playing in the coming days, until we stopped playing football. And of late we discovered that he was also a poet – a sound mind in a sound body! It took me almost 2 days to write my first article, and J.Black took a couple of hours to come up with a poem for our blog but this guy – Phoenix, took just 15mins to write a poem; that too on the most disgusted topic ever to be found on the planet! If he could churn out such an engrossing poem out of such a detestable topic, I always wondered what if he had tried writing on the most beautiful topics such as love, affection, beauty etc.
But today, my friend Phoenix is laying here - calm and composed has he had always been. They have agreed to inscribe my line “Here Sleeps A Virgin Casanova” on his epitaph. He had been a great friend and a source of inspiration. I would cherish the beautiful moments I happened to spend with him. For the coming generations, I would proudly be telling that I was one among his friends – I used to walk with him, used to talk with him, played with him, spent time with him at the Terminal. And I would be feeling proud within considering that I walked among the Giants like him. I’m damn sure that he’ll be there with open arms to welcome us all (if I happen to reach heaven by some major accounting error). As Corbett puts across the lines from the The Last of the Mohicans –
“the Happy Hunting Ground, where I know I shall find him waiting for me...”
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J.Black: I still have not made any research on this pen-name. And neither did I ever ask him why you chose this id. But all I know is that there must have been a very logical and rational reason behind him going for this id. Coz he was the most intelligent, sharp-witted and rationale person amongst us. And he was the youngest one among us too!
He was my very first auditor in Infy. Before joining Infy, I used to drift with the tide, always following what others would say., having no goal, no thinking ability of my own. But after I got to know this guy, I probably picked up from him how to use the miniscule amount of grey matter stuffed right between my ears and use it whenever required. It is alas that his efforts in making me learn to use my brain ended in vain, but it of course was of some use. He taught me many things related to work, and things that were not related to work. It was so difficult to believe that he was actually 26 but not 62! He was a personification of the saying – “a wise head on young shoulders”.
He was the first one among us to achieve many things in life. He was the my first auditor as stated above, he was the first one to grow vertically on the professional growth ladder and become a TL and a manager thereafter, he always was the first one to talk to the clients, he was the first person without whom the management couldn’t move, and most importantly, he was the first one among us to have a girl friend! J Well, still important is that he was the first one to come up with “The Terminal Think Tank” idea! He was always the first one to break the ice and make us (TTK) strike up a conversation. The Think Tank would have been just an empty tank without this guy – coz he always was the one to bring the “thinking” dimension to it. Phoenix and this guy studied in the same school and knew each other for not less than 10 years.
Of course he was mischievous! Only the people who knew him closely would know that he was a wolf in a sheep’s clothing. He used to pull PedoDa’s legs like anything. It was such a fun to watch both of them engage in a verbal row and abuse each other! That will truly go down the memory lane as one of the most memorable events that I happened to witness at the Terminal. Forget pulling PedoDa’s legs, once he even pulled his shorts while playing football! (fortunately, PedoDa was wearing an undi on that day for a change! Otherwise I would have gone to a coma forever!) J Once PedoDa quit Infy, he started fingering up Phoenix. So Phoenix, out of fondness, used to call him ‘the biggest harami on the planet’. At times, he would also pull my legs. Whenever I was talking to a friend online, he would somehow sniff it out and would come and stand behind me. To my bad luck, most of the times, that friend of mine turned out to be a girl L and I used to get screwed for the next two days. Many a times I’ve wondered this guy must have been a sniffer dog in his previous birth…
His life had been a roller-coaster ride. He had seen a lot of ups and downs for his young age. They say “with age comes wisdom” but I would say “with experience comes wisdom”. If it was for age, then I should have been a wise fellow by now which I don’t see happening anywhere in the near future.
Just like with Phoenix, of late did I discover that he was also a poet. He was also caught in the wrong job. I bet he would have made a fortune as a heavyweight boxer. His hand, with a large club fist, was like a mallet or a pair of pincers for a friendly grasp, and, tightly closed, would almost break a paving-stone (courtesy: Toilers of the Sea). These two friends of mine never boasted about their talents, always kept a low profile, and never revealed how talented they were even to their closest friends. It is unfortunate that I didn’t get to spend much time with J.Black coz I joined Infy a couple of years after he joined. But whatever time that I spent with him, that time is simply invaluable. This guy again makes me remind and feel proud of myself that I walked among the Giants. Both in persona and with a 90+ kg mass, he was truly a Giant! So here, with the fondest of memories shaking my hands and their shadows veiling my eyes, I scribe on his epitaph –
“Those Whom the Gods Love – Die Young”
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PedoDa: Nothing arouses more curiosity than this guy’s id! So let me explain it first. Pedo stands for ‘pedophile’ and Da stands for the Da as in Pancham Da, Kishore Da, Saurav Da etc. Please don’t get shocked – he was neither a pedophile (as far as I know) nor of a person of the stature of the people being called out above. But he was a diehard fan of one of the great personalities being mentioned above. He was such a fan of his idol that once he even avowed that his role model is greater than anyone or anything in the world, including his parents! I used to laugh about this thinking that how anyone could ever be greater than one's parents!? But of late, I realized that it makes sense. It makes sense to have someone as your role model who, at times, turns out to be more adorable, more loveable and more sensible than your parents. Anyway, just to pull his legs, we came up with this cute little name for him! Well, as you guessed, it was J.Black who coined and bestowed upon him this id the first time! (if you remember, he was the first one to do most of the things…J) When PedoDa heard his new name, he got pissed, got up and walked away. He didn’t join us on breaks for 2 weeks or so. We even went to his bay to call him but he never came out even to see us. He was the most childish, most energetic and the most imbecile type among us! (I guess he wouldn’t have talked to me for the next two weeks if he happened to read this!)
But he had always been a wonderful friend of mine since day one! I still remember the first day wherein I had to process my live task. I was struggling to complete it. J.Black was busy with something and nobody was there to help me. And whoever was there, was busy helping a couple of girls complete their tasks – which was quite natural. Even I would’ve done the same if I was in their position. Or else people will think that I’m not straight. Anyway, I was at sea, was hungry, and didn’t know what to do. And this guy in dark-maroon formal shirt comes on his own to checkout what is happening with me, why I’ve not completed my task yet. I tell him my situation and he goes through my task, calls another friend of his and they complete it all by themselves. I felt so grateful! Not only that day, as long as I was under audits, he was there to help me. Thus we became good friends thereafter. He eventually ended up as my TL before moving out of the process, and eventually, out of the company. But as long as he was there, he bought life to our tea-table conversations! J.Black pulling his legs, his retaliation in return, Phoenix and I fanning the flame…ah! those were the days! :)
Just like Phoenix, he was also a womanizer! I think all in the TTK were Casanovas or Playboys except me! PedoDa was a bodybuilder (well, an aspiring bodybuilder) who was so damn crazy about the male anatomy! Girls used to fall for him. But he didn’t cut that much a saintly figure as Phoenix or J.Black did I guess ;-) But of course, he often used to tell that his conscience used to blackmail him and didn’t allow him to go out with girls – which we believed. We believed it the same way when one of said that he was checking out the beauty of the tree, as told in the very first paragraph.
He was the most popular among us! But was a child at heart – always talkative and open minded. At times I wondered whether he was 30 or 03 – as against the case with J.Black! He was also the filthiest fellow among us who loved to scratch all parts of his body, irrespective of the place, time and the environment L But he was human :) He gave meaning to the homo-sapien name. As long as he was there, we have had a good time. And even after he moved out of the company, I used to catch him up over the weekends and watch a movie or so. But now PedoDa is not here. I’m gonna get psyched over the weekends thinking about how to kill time. But I’ve to accept the things that come my way and as it is my duty, I must scribe something on his epitaph. So I write,
“Thanks for Leaving – PedoDa” :)
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Declaration
Well, here I feel somewhat satisfied but not happy for penning down what I’d planned to write. I started off with a lot of thoughts, but had to type the half of it thrice from scratch coz this bleeding computer would not store anything that is being stored on it, once it gets switched off. And there have been 3 power cut incidents since morning. I’m tired, hungry and just want to go home and take rest. I came here at 10:30am and now it is 07:15pm. Didn’t have lunch. It is obvious that the quality will be very poor. This fucking thing looks more like a diary and less like an article. But anyway, this is the best I can do for the day and I’m happy that I’ve got something for tomorrow, as per the MoU.
I sincerely beg the pardon of my dearest friends for writing a eulogy on them. This is not to hurt anyone but done just for fun! But somehow, I really feel it is exciting to hear my eulogy, when I’m still alive! J I’m done with my part, and hopefully, let me see if any of my TTK friends come up with a fitting response! ;-) If you like it, then happy reading and if not, let me know so that I can discard it!
Yours Truly, 06th Jun-10
Sieur Clubin 07:25pm
Pedo Da seems to be a fascinating persona. I want to know more about him. You are lucky that you got to know him. God bless Pedo Da.
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obscure ..............with a high degree of moral terpitude & rationality. i wouldnt go far as to call the poet a cold synic, but he does tend to drift towards an athestic conaldrum with very real virtual dimensions.
ReplyDeletewishful thinking is the dark soul of coherent pragmatism......with nothing personal towards the writer
ReplyDeleteThe Will to Believe has often been misunderstood as a plea for relativism or irrationality.It is probable, considering the advent of postanalytic philosophy and the diversification of Anglo-American philosophy, that more writers will be influenced by pragmatist thought without necessarily publicly committing themselves to that philosophical school
ReplyDeleteTruth is that concordance of an abstract statement with the ideal limit towards which endless investigation would tend to bring scientific belief, which concordance the abstract statement may possess by virtue of the confession of its inaccuracy and one-sidedness, and this confession is an essential ingredient of truth
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