Monday 21 November 2011

SHOTS OF REALITY


                                                             
The modern urban word “CLUB” gives me jitters which usually run down my spine and allows me to envisage the nightmarish faces at the club when cops raided it. Apparently they were modern Bangalore city cops who arrived in muftis not attract any eyeballs. I thought they were just middle-aged people who were fed up with their mundane life and wanted to add spice to their life by dancing, boozing and frolicking around the club. But suddenly they started to shout. The music went down. Everybody was startled. The DJ ejaculated,” What the hell?”


Silence swept the whole place!

They began checking for the seal which was stamped on the wrist by the club authorities and on that unfortunate day they had forgotten to seal me! Meanwhile the cops ransacked the whole place in search of drugs. After becoming aware of this misfortune. I decided I would subtly walk away in the melee. But one guy about 6 ft tall dark having murderous looks caught hold of me and asked, “Where was my seal??? I was taken somewhere to the corner of the club and was interrogated for almost 2 precious hours with another alleged person who really looked like a dealer.

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It had all been planned and our college fresher’s party was to be held in one of the most happening clubs in B’lore, OPUS. I was not a regular party animal and as it was my first real party at a club, I was excited and was looking forward for this day.

Days rolled on, the D-Day had finally approached. I was really high in spirits (no pun intended) and was pretty much pumped up! Went to college, got back home, got myself dressed (not knowing actually what to wear) and finally arrived at the CLUB (or should I say the PUB). I was about an hour late along with a friend of mine.

Some kind of enigmatic feeling was looming all around me!

Loud music emanating at the entrance beckoned me to enter the inside of the dark, dingy, grim, smoke filled club. Some of my friends and I rushed in while some of my other pals( aka opportunists) waited with baited breath and finally came in with gals, who later disappeared hence leaving a long face on the opportunists, which later evaporated due to the electrifying atmosphere at OPUS.

As I entered the counter, they tied some-kind of band around my wrist which acts like an I-D proof. But they forgot to seal my wrist which I realized later. One hefty bouncer near the entrance wore a look like my mom, as if warning me to be well within my limits. As I began to approach the threshold of the club I just felt some part of me leave, the childlike innocence had just left and to balance it a sense of freedom and independence just swept over and thus I bore a grin on my face.

 Yeah!!! Finally








This image still lingers in my mind, about 60 or 70 crazy people on the dance-floor(including me),some head banging, some boozing and others smoking desperately as if doomsday were to occur the next day. People grooving to the thumping music, the DJ in tandem with the people and there was a sudden surge of energy inside me which awoke the ME I’d never seen. Soon my friends were on the mini dance floor (although its pretty small compared to others). 


From then on it was just DANCE

Though I’m not a dance person, I was dragged and compelled to shake my shyness on the floor. Although not all of them were pros, they would just improvise some kind of catchy step (some were really awkward positions) and shed all their inhibitions and just dance. The atmosphere was electrifying; DJ playing all the latest tracks along with his scratched version really put us into a party mood. Some of them were wasted and laid on the mat beside the floor. I was either just trying to keep up with the newly improvised dance moves or just shouting and jumping up and down like the rest of them. It also offers a free complimentary shot to everyone in the club with a valid pass, unfortunately I’d already given to a greedy friend of mine (still regret that decision I made). Thinking that the shot would be strong, one of my friends gulped the whole thing down but in vain so he bought another one and tried to do the same with hilarious results. A sight to behold!!There were many guys who were trying to woo girls but the ruse used by them was futile I guess.

I lost track of time and so did others! And before I could again regain my lost innocence which was lingering somewhere near the threshold waiting for me. Something unimaginable happened. The cops arrived. I tried to coax them that they’d had forgotten to seal me but those stubborn cops paid no attention. I had already devised a cunning plan out of this, so I asked the cop who was interrogating me to let me take a leak. He also sent a constable behind me who’d wait near the washroom. I knew the other guy would realize that the cop had an itching palm and make his way out. So I asked one of my friends to shoot the whole video from a distance in case i get caught. No sooner had I come there they’d began to negotiate. The cop demanded 25k but the dealer grimaced and showed his disapproval. He tried to make his countenance child-like with puppy dog eyes and his dimple. He’d almost hypnotized the cop, but this guy was a mule.  He somehow agreed to it though it would burn a big hole in his pocket he just wanted his way out! He looked at me and gave one of his most appealing, albeit cunning smile. I was flustered. I just looked at my friend and cued at him. He asked for 10k keeping in mind I was a college boy…
I tried to dilly-dally with him and forced a tear out. I asked him how I would have so much of money; perhaps he mistook me for spoilt brat with notes of money hanging out of his Levis jeans pant! Then he looked at the other guy, promptly he removed a bundle of 20 crisp notes and handed over to him. I again looked at him to ensure he wouldn’t miss it. He was escorted out but I was shamefully taken to the station!

Disgrace!!!

My poor father was called for; he came immediately and was in for the shock of his life. I was put inside the prison. As soon as he came he was looking askance probably questioning the credibility of his son. I was completely shattered seeing my dad’s eyes. Though I wanted to tell me it was no fault of mine he was in no mood. He bailed me out. My name was recorded for illegal possession of dope!

“V for Vengeance”!!!

Meanwhile my friends had told the whole story to mom and she was quite happy to hear it. Though Dad didn’t support the idea of giving the video to the media, mom was bent upon. Reached the local media news centre and told them about the trauma as well as the growing evil inside our society. Within an hour I was in the news giving testimony that I had been wrongly punished meanwhile the video was going viral. He was suspended from the police force (but only for a few months or weeks. Courtesy: corruption)
Coming back to the experience, it was a good one except for the cop part. But in reality this is what happens. But I had a sense of feeling that I had done my bit to root out corruption .Though it is a herculean task it is possible in the coming future provided we also do our bit!!!

PS: This is fictional blog which is inspired by a few shots  of  reality!!!

Wednesday 17 August 2011

The chaotic Indian Bus



Though i have considered traveling in buses a pain in the neck, it is an essential and effective means of transportation for millions of people living in India. Let me just try to give you a picture of what happens in a regular bus plying in Bangalore.

I had to go to my schools yearly alumni function, which was the only way besides facebook and other social networking sites I could keep in touch with my friends. And I was running late, to add insult to injury my bikes battery had drained out. I was just mouthing my mother’s sentence,” You’re an irresponsible boy!”

Ran towards the bus stand to catch a bus and “Phooh!!!” , not a bus to be found. Kept waiting and waiting and waiting and finally I see a red color bus. At last!

The bus approached me and just zoomed past me. Cuss words brimming near my mouth. And then I was told that it was a city bus and it never stops except for major
bus stops. My patience was wearing out and then at last I heard screeching noise of the buses brake pads. Thank God!

Suddenly from nowhere there was an influx of  people and they just rushed inside the bus with no respect in their minds. I was left all alone and some concerned old man gave his hand ushering me inside the crowded bus. Each stop I had to get down leave some space for the other passengers to exit the bus and then I again had to run and catch my precious place. Slowly and slowly went to the inside of the monster machine and got myself a seat. Then the entry of the corrupted conductor. Young man with unshaved beard, looks of a gangster and pale brown teeth, comes beside me and asks for the ticket. I told that I haven’t received it yet. He asked me, “where to?” I told him the place and he asked me 22 rupees. I gave the required amount and he disappeared into the long queue of people. Though I travel rarely in the bus, I knew I had to take the ticket but this time I had forgotten and kindly the conductor also kept the money in his dishonest pocket of people’s hard earned money. The bus was overfull and people were precariously swinging outside the bus without any slight hint of cowardice.Hero’s?

The bus was stuffy and stinking. I really don’t know how people snore and sleep inside such an environment. This picture describes quintessential India. There are people from all walks of life who travel by buses. From the roadside bajjiwala to the bank manager, from students to teachers, from painters to beggers. All these people have one thing common.?????? The ubiquitous mobile phone  

Loud music blasting through their tiny phone. I feel like snatching their so-called music device and smashing it on the ground, without knowing what the consequences would be?? Proabably get a few thumpings from an unknown man!.Either they are listening or messaging. Poor people what would they do without that? Sleep in the bus when you suddenly get up as if waking from a bad smelly dream only to realize the one in front of you has just passed a bad air?? Or listen or text someone close to your heart trying to ignore the smelly effect.

I saw an old man, holding the support which keeps hanging below the roof of the bus. Felt sorry for the man and offered him my seat. He thanked me and sat on it .then suddenly the driver applied brakes and just like how a well arranged Dominos cards fall when one of them is slightly pushed, people just started to fall on each other, jostling one and another. Some people injuring themselves a little bit.
Saw my watch it was already 15 minutes to four. Then a middle aged man entered the bus with a electronic device in his hand. And then he demanded everybody to show their ticket. Heart in my mouth!


When it was my chance I frankly replied I don’t have the ticket and the conductor had not given it. Then it struck my mind that I had forgotten to ask him. Meanwhile the this person who was collecting the tickets was pestering me to give it. “From where will I give” I ejaculated. He nonchalantly asked me to give a penalty of 500 bucks!!!
I was taken aback I tried to reason with him but he gave a big “No”. Then I slowly tried to get the conductor to the picture when I saw him hide behind an old lady. He was trying to get away. He almost came to fight with swearing words in his mouth  but I told him that either we both pay or none. Then we came to terms with each other.
The ticket collector said pay a fine of 500 or just pay me 300 and get away. I asked 300 for what? Then he gave wry smile and I understood. I behaved as a responsible citizen and gave a piece of my mind saying a few things about corruption. I also went to extent of telling him that I would go RTI (right to information). He slowly mellowed down and I asked for the receipt for the fine I paid.

Got down at the venue only to realize that it was empty, called a few of my friends to enquire and all of them say its tomorrow!!!

Oh my God, not again the bus!

(this is my first blog, so ignore all the mistakes i've committed)