Life is what, it’s a series of Pangas, and best thing abt panga is that yeh kahi bhi, kabhi bhi or kisi ke bhi saath ho sakta… yes its true boss.. its panga.. not a TV serial that will broadcast only on a fix time…
But if you think panga are just jhik jhik chick chick that we have daily with subjiwala or with maid…to boss aap galat hai.. Panga also hav so many type so first let me introduce you with the type of pangas.
The smallest and most chindi sort of pangas are those where your sanki, pagal bhudda in short “boss” sneaks up from behind, while you are twitting abt him (“Boss don’t u think u hav lost something?? I think u hav lost ur mind.. u dumb”) on the office system. Not very dangerous, if you remain as calm as Dhoni (No matter how many match he had loosed) tell the boss that you are searching 3G protocol document sent by one of frd.. n that his account only..
Then there is the little more jaanleva category of pangas, when, a month later when, a month later your boss ask you to give a presentation on 3G as now days u searched lot on this…Still manaeagable, I would say, if you can put on a facial expression as wooden as Arjun Rampal, and say to your boss, “Sir even I want to give presentation on 3G, as I have found so many nice links on web but due to over office security policy I was not able to read those article” I am disappointed by company policy.
But then, there is the biggest sort of panga, big enough to wipe out the dinosaurs upto the last inch of their tails, a panga scarier than Navjot singh Sidhu’ laughter on Dolby surround , the sort of panga which happens when one warm evening after twitting all bullshit about ur boss u realized that u have got one new follower n he no one else.. your boss only..
So ladies, gentlemen and the members of kaminepankihadd (yaar ye jisne decode kiya na usko main apna cell phone de dunga, Pakka mere boss ki kasam.. comments mei likhna . Waise Phone china made hain.) Group, over the last 4-5 year, I have discovered that I have taken a panga with life, which belongs to the third variety.
If I try to discover where to start, but my thinking ability doesn’t go beyond last 2-3 yr.. haa yaar IT main aake short term memory loss ho gaya hai.. nway my life over this duration is represented fairly by two glimpses of the flashback ( Yes, you are supposed to read them in Black and White font. )
Scene 1
Venue: My boss’s cabin.
Boss: "You want to think again?"
Me (thought to myself- Paurush, think again. It has been proved that A man without money is mathematically equal to man without a girl within a radius of atleast Five kilometers): "No."
Boss : "I would say, give it a thought."
Me Nopes, I already have thought , I do not want to continue."
Boss : "Ok."
And with that sigh infested two lettered 'Ok', I quit the oldest semiconductor company in the world, to join one of the startup. And that startup closed with in 6 month
I do not know whether it was the quarter life crisis people talk about, or it was some part of my restless soul crying out like a himesh mp3, or just the gas experienced on a monday morning, but I just had to do it. We spend all our lives being scared of “what if”, but once you walk out a situation you do not enjoy and face the fear, you discover it was not that bad. I mean , you are facing it right there, so you are not scared of the future. I needed to do it so that I am not scared of the future. Makes sense? Not to most of the people around me, but it sure feels good. Onto to the second BIG panga.
Scene 2
Venue : Home.
Dad : " Shaadi ke bare main kya socha hai"
Me : ( thought to myself – He would never mean that. ) : Heh ! Ok !
Dad : "I mean that !."
Me : ( thought to myself - Shit . He means that .) : Gulp ! Ok ! abhi to kuch nahi socha per (thought to myself: bhaag ke shaadi karni hai kisi reporter se)
Dad: kab sochoge… its right time to think on it.. maine tumhare liye ladki dekhi hai next week milne jaana hai…
Me: what….
from that day to till today, I have been exposed to a bad version of the world war 3, and I say bad version, because you can attack a German soldier if you are a US dude, but how do you attack when the people you face are your own ( ah !! is it similar to the dilemma arjun bhaiyya faced in mahabharat.avi ? ). ( Mujhe na feeling aa rahee hai that if my parents read this post, mere papa mujhe hayden ke size ke bando se pitwayenge !)
So bhaiyya , the whole thing is, that job mein panga, and personal life mein panga. Watt itni lagee hai life mein ki kaano se smoke nikal aya, but watt lagne ke baad hee to the irons is converted into the golds !!! ( wow man, the day I am converted into gold, I would sell off an ear and buy myself a sportsbike ).
Hopefully you guys will see me fighting it out, getting stable in this job, getting married, and hence finding myself looking at a happy future of working 6 days a week and paying huge bills.
Chalo aap log bhee kuch kaam etc kar lo, hope all of you face equally big jhatkas so that I feel nicer in comparison, and remember, if your sneaky boss catches you while twitting, make sure it is not panga of the third variety.
