Tuesday, April 28, 2015

The Marriage

Rahul had always been a very bright student. He did both his Engineering and MBA from one of the premier institutions in India. He was offered a job as a manager by an USA based multinational, based on Silicon Valley with a huge pay packet.  Hailing from a rural village in Bihar, no one of his family travelled outside Bihar, let alone abroad. He was very happy. Though his parents were a little sad to let him go – he being the only son and the youngest of the three siblings – they were eventually happier for him.
Rahul moved to USA. Everything had been going on smoothly until the day he met Pooja. Pooja had come to the States from India, from one of the offshore suppliers that his company had a strategic tie-up with. She was too beautiful to go unnoticed and Rahul, and some more guys, fell head over heels for her. Fortunately for him, he had to interact with her on a daily basis to take project updates. Initially Pooja was a little introvert but slowly she opened up and one day Rahul came to know that the feeling was reciprocal from both sides.
The next six months or so did fly like a twinkling of an eye as the two lovebirds started spending most of their times together. Rahul slowly started getting to know Pooja and her family background. She was from a very wealthy family from Mumbai. Contrary to his father being a farmer, her father is one of the top-notch businessmen in India. Her family status was diametrically opposite to his. And because of the social surroundings around which they were brought up, Rahul used to be a little conservative whereas Pooja was very liberal and strong-willed. Being the youngest child, he grew up under the overprotective shade of his parents, whereas she enjoyed a lot of freedom as the only child of a rich dad. But as the opposites attract each other, both of them got closer with every passing day.
A few months later when almost every other person at the office knew that they could not stay away from each other, it was time for the big decision. They decided to let their respective families know about their ongoing courtship and the proposition to get married. They were a bit anxious about breaking the news as they were not really sure how their parents would react to the same. Before planning the vacation to India, they agreed on pulling the cat out of the bag to their parents over phone.
Pooja’s parents were a little apprehensive about the social status of their to-be groom’s parents but eventually had to bend down to her stubbornness. On the other hand, Rahul’s parents were scared about their future daughter-in-law because she might not be able to qualify for an ideal housewife. But, finally they also had to succumb to their son’s wish, just like how they were pampering him since the childhood by giving everything he wanted.
So it was all settled. Next Christmas the bride and the groom would be in India and would get married and would leave for USA. All the preparations were done and dusted.
On the wedding day, Rahul’s parents requested him to talk to Pooja’s dad for dowry. It was a bolt from the blue for Rahul.
‘Father, what is this? I cannot do this. I can’t believe you would ask for a dowry!’
‘Why not, son? If we don’t take a dowry, it diminishes your value as a groom – you are so educated and well established in abroad. Moreover, it is a tradition in our village. Without receiving a dowry for a qualified son like you, I cannot show my face to the relatives. And Pooja’s dad surely wouldn’t mind, as he anyway has a lot of money’
‘No, I cannot do this’
‘Son, think about us. You had two elder sisters; a lot of money had been drained out on their marriages and paying for their dowries. Even my land is mortgaged. I really need this money’
‘Father I will give you all the money you need, but I cannot do this’
‘Son, then you have to choose between us and your wife. If you don’t speak to your father-in-law and arrange for the money, we will call off the wedding.’
Rahul was in a real fix. He couldn’t imagine a world without his parents. He had seen their struggle to bring him up. He could not certainly leave them. On the other hand, he could not live without Pooja. What should he do? He planned to have a word with Pooja but knowing her liberal and modern thinking, he knew that she would create a scene and make a mess of everything. He decided to talk to his father-in-law in private. The old man was in a shock when the groom explained what has happened. He enquired whether Pooja was aware of it.
The money Rahul’s parents were asking for was nothing for his father-in-law and he was ready to shell out even more in his only daughter’s marriage, but he could never imagine that he had to officially pay for dowry! Since Pooja was not even aware of the situation, he agreed to pay and just wrote down a check. Everything got sorted out and everybody was happy. A gentleman’s agreement took place between Rahul and his father-in-law that Pooja would be kept in dark about this little off-track incident.
The bride and groom, after a short honeymoon to the Maldives, mostly sponsored by Pooja’s father, went back to California, where they settled for happily ever after.
A couple of years passed by without any major incident and Pooja’s company would now require her to work from India, so she had to come back. Rahul decided to stay for a few more months as he was searching for a job in India. She required to work from Mumbai, so she decided to stay at her father’s.
When they broke the news of her return to her in-laws, they were not happy. Why should their daughter-in-law not stay with them? Moreover, in their family the ‘bahus’ are supposed to be housewives and should not be working. Who would take care of his parents if not her? She tried to make them understand but all her efforts were futile. Surprisingly, Surprisingly Rahul also supported his parents’ unfair demands.
‘Why do you need to work? Quit your job and stay with my parents. That’s your home now’
‘Rahul, give me a solid reason for quitting my job. It was because of this job we two are together. Moreover, I am a qualified woman and I want to work’
‘Pooja, we have had this argument several times before. We have enough money. Why do you need to continue working?’
‘It is not about money, you would not understand. I will not quit. And please don’t sound like your parents with a mentality with 16th century.’
‘Pooja, enough! Whatever they are, they are my parents.’
‘Don’t shout at me. A fact is a fact – they have typical conservative mentalities and you keep on supporting them. Sometimes I wonder whether you are educated in a real sense.I will not quit and this is my final decision.’
The argument went on and on, and for several times. Pooja, as strong-willed as she was, despite the resistance from in-laws, came back to Mumbai and started working. Rahul, on the other hand, conveyed this message to his parents who were visibly upset. They suggested that their lives were ruined as they did not want such a daughter-in-law who would not stay with them and help them in their daily chores. The delirious mother went further on and finally even indicated that his son should seriously think of leaving her and get married once again.
‘This time the girl will be of our choice and we would get a fatter dowry this time’!
‘Mother, please. I am already under a lot of pressure.’
‘See the girl had taken you completely under her spell. You don’t even think of our plights.’
‘It won’t happen. Please close this topic.’
Rahul eventually got a job in Mumbai and came back. They bought an apartment and shifted there. Her in-laws, on Rahul’s repeated pleading, came to stay with them. The decision was not a clever one. His conservative and extremely traditional parents did not at all like Pooja’s liberal and strong-willed attitude as well as the close proximity of her father’s house to them. A daughter-in-law must stay away from her paternal relations after marriage and she must be obedient to her in-laws. She must stay inside the house and not work. She has to be an ideal daughter-in-law after all! Everyday there was complaints to Rahul about his wife, from his parents. With such continuous provocation, he started developing a little apathy towards Pooja.
One evening, both Rahul and Pooja were about to leave for an invitation. His mother did not like her ‘bahu’s’ western dress, as it was too provocative!! Their argument turned into a heated debate, but no one seemed to be bogged down. Rahul, perplexed, could not decide which side to choose and remained silent. This irked Pooja even more. She started calling him a spineless coward for not supporting her in front of his mother, even if his mother was not right. Rahul’s male ego was badly hurt and he, on the heat of the moment, slapped her. She could not believe that he had hit her! She was infuriated.
‘Rahul, since my childhood my parents did not let me pick up even a minor scratch. I cannot tolerate a jerk like you hitting me for no reason whatsoever. I could have hit you too, but that is not how I am brought up or educated. I was about to tell you today that I am four month’s pregnant. But it does not matter now as I am leaving this house for good. You stay with your parents, and I will stay with mine. With their support I could take care of myself and my baby.’
Before he could react in some way, his father pitched in, rubbing salt to the wound.
‘See the way she is talking to you. Is this how a wife should talk to her husband? Never! That’s why I told you on the day of the marriage to take the money from her father. I knew she would not stay with you, at least we will have the money! We were right, we should have called off the marriage instead and got you married somewhere else.’
Pooja could not believe what she was hearing! Rahul, her Rahul, had agreed to take a dowry, and she did not have a clue! Why did he need money? Was she herself not enough?
She was devastated. She could not even move with the shock. Time seemed to stand still forever. A few moments passed in silence and slowly she recovered from the shock and pulled herself together. Surprisingly, she had been feeling too calm now.
Without uttering a single word, she left.
‘Let her go and she doesn’t need to come back. She does not belong here anyway. This is your house.’ These were the goodbye words of Rahul’s mother.
Pooja went on to stay at her father’s. In the next few months, the delivery date was fast approaching and her father arranged the delivery at the topmost hospital in Mumbai. Meanwhile Rahul tried to talk to her several times, apologized on several occasions and even pleaded to meet her once, but she blatantly refused. It was as if she had shut a door in her heart and no one was allowed to enter apart from her parents.
Pooja gave birth to a little baby girl on time. She was ecstatic. She was also a little sad not having Rahul around to share her bundle of joy. By now she had almost forgiven him for everything. Her father called up Rahul at the hospital, but he didn’t turn up.
Days turned into weeks but there was absolutely no news from Rahul. They even had left their Mumbai apartment. News came that they have left for their rural village in Bihar for some days for Rahul’s marriage! He had given in under ‘extreme persuasion’ from his parents. Apparently his parents completely disowned their daughter-in-law and granddaughter. How could they not? They were expecting a grandson, not a girl. A girl is a liability whereas a son is a prospect. And whose fault could it be? Of course, the ‘bahu’ is responsible! Because of her own sins she could not give birth to a boy!
Pooja was shaken to the core. Her rage crossed all limits. She was determined to see the end of it and teach them a lesson.
She filed a lawsuit for divorce which she won and they got separated.
She eventually reported this incident to Mumbai Police department and lodged an FIR against Rahul and his parents for charges like polygamy, mental and physical harassment and gender discrimination. Rahul and his parents were put behind the bars for a few months on various charges. Upon release, Rahul’s father died with a heart attack. Rahul quit his job and left for Bihar with his mother. Rumor has it that he got married once again, with a girl of his mother’s choice, and received a significant amount of dowry which helped him repay his father’s debt in full.
She continued to work and raise Neha, her daughter, as a single mother. She is content with her life around her littler angel.
Epilogue
All the characters mentioned in the narrative are completely fictitious and are solely the creation of my imagination. If there is any resemblance with anyone living or dead, it is purely coincidental.
The narrative is not written to hurt the feelings of anyone or any community. The social issues like gender based discrimination; dowry system and domestic violence (mental and physical harassment towards wife/daughter-in-law) are still prevalent in our society.
People like Rahul’s parents still exist, who are full of social prejudices and biases. They not only are at fault, but also they do drag the whole society backwards.
Rahul, despite being educated and well-settled, could not even stand up for the right cause and was easily influenced into the wrongdoings. People like him eventually are equally responsible to act as a direct catalyst to the increasing number of offenses towards women.
Pooja sought the help of the law which took its course, but not all women are so brave or have the opportunity. Given the social taboos and stereotypical mindsets, most of them succumb to the torture and eventually end up paying more money as dowry and some who could not bear the pain tragically end their lives.
Accepting or asking for a dowry is a crime. Accept the woman as who she really is, a human being, and no one has any right to insult her dignity by equaling her with any sort of materialistic possessions.
Domestic violence (mental and/or physical harassment) against wife/daughter-in-law is a punishable offense. For a woman, it takes time to adjust to a new home and get accustomed to new values, traditions and cultures. Accept her with all her mistakes, since no one is perfect, not even you and me.
Gender discrimination and inequality against women are moral stigmas, if not legal offenses. They humiliate one as human being and are direct violations of the human rights. Male chauvinism and ego are nothing but the demons of one’s own prejudiced mind and cluttered thinking.
We as responsible human beings have to seriously ponder over how to eradicate these perilous viruses from their roots. We have to annihilate these prejudices within us.
Let us take an oath today to put an end to these evils from spreading their dark, clawed wings further.

Monday, April 27, 2015

The Curious Connections between India and the FIFA World Cup

India have never played in the FIFA World Cup for football, apart from the qualifying rounds where we miserably loose against the stronger and better Asian counterparts (sometimes we loose against weaker sides as well). Seeing the sport gradually deteriorating towards oblivion it is almost certain that we may never see ourselves participating in this prestigious event, at least not in near future. Some of the Asian countries have improved to the extent of qualifying at least once but we would not learn how to achieve this feat from the likes of China, Japan, Korea (both North and South), Iran or even Saudi Arabia. Rather than being ashamed of ourselves for the fact that a country of 1 billion could not produce a team to represent a nation in the finals, the sport continues to suffer.

Well, this blog is not about finding out the root causes of why we have not even come close of participating actively in the main event, there are loads of analysis by the experts available all around and the reasons are quite obvious and well-known. This article will not keep on lamenting on the fact that we are just a mere group of spectator as far the biggest football tournament is considered. This post will rather focus on some very strange and curious connections that India have with the World Cup!!

Foreign World Cup Players Have Chosen India

Football was, is and will be one of the most loved sports in India, if not the most loved one. Even if India could not be seen as one of the participating nations, that does not push the spectators away. Nor does it create any hindrance for the players. So many of the wildly known world cuppers have either graced some of the Indian Football Clubs or they have come here playing a one-off match or just visited the country, much to the delight of the local fans of this global sport.

Some of the notable players to have played in India are -


·         Emeka Ezuego of Nigeria played for East Bengal and Mohammedan Sporting Club. He appeared in 1994 World Cup. 
·         Majid Bishkar, who was part of 1978 World Cup Squad of Iran is arguably the first foreign world cupper to have played in Indian Football Club. He also played for East Bengal and Mohammedan Sporting Club.
·         Costa Rican world cupper in 2006 Carlos Hernandez has played for Prayag United and Dempo recently added him to their team list
·         Cornell Glen of Shillong Lajong FC represented Trinidad and Tobago in 2006 FIFA World Cup
·         Macdonald Mokasi of South Africa played in 2002 World Cup. He represented East Bengal here.
·         Another player from Trinidad & Tobago’s 2006 World Cup squad is Denis Theobald who played for Dempo

The recently held inaugural version of the Indian Soccer League (ISL) has given the fans worth their money by injecting a few marquee foreign players into the franchise based regional teams.

·         David Trezeguet (1998 World Cup Winning Squad of France) played for Pune. 
·         Del Piero (2006 World Cup Winning Squad of Italy) played for Delhi. 
·         David James (2010 World Cup for England) played for Kerala
·         Elano Blumer (2010 World Cup for Brazil) was the marquee player for Chennai
·         Joan Capdevila (2006 World Cup Winning Squad of Spain) played for Northeast
·         Robert Pires (1998 World Cup Winning Squad of France) played for Goa 
Two of the greatest football players of all time, Pele and Maradona too visited India.

Back in 1977 Pele, representing the famous Cosmos Club of Brazil, even played a friendly match against Mohan Bagan which ended in 2-2! On that day, I have heard from of my veteran relatives who had the rare privilege to have watched the match live, the whole stadium was divided supporting Pele and Mohan Bagan, Pele may have even received more support than MohanBagan.

Maradona on the other hand just came to visit India in 2008 but the love and admiration he received from the crowd in Kolkata, despite having been away from the game for years, transcends the barrier of language, time and geography.

The modern great, Lionel Messi, played a friendly vs Venezuela in Kolkata in 2011. The wild reception from the crowd made him confess that India would always have a lasting impression on him!

In 2012, German legend Oliver Kahn visited India with his full Bayern Munich team and played a friendly against India, which happened to be the last match played by Baichung Bhutia. Predictably, the game was pretty much a one sided affair, as the German champions thrashed India 4-0, but the whole stadium was enthralled by the quality of the skillful football at a display.

These examples, understandably, do not form a comprehensive list.

Even though India is not recognized as a football powerhouse in the world, the unadulterated love for football in this country is widely renowned. The Indians are by default a great admirer of personal elegance and skills. People thronged the stadium to watch these stars play or to just have a glimpse of them in person. It can be argued upon that most of these stars were well past their prime when they were in action here, but seeing them live in action, sitting in a stadium in India, must have been a remarkable experience to cherish.

Unfortunately since the golden era of Indian Football, the performance graph is gradually going southwards and the quality-football-starved people have to quench their thirst by the sheer joy of seeing these globally recognized players. From the players’ perspective, apart from the huge monetary benefits that India can offer, the adoration and the fan-following are something which definitely motivate and please them.

After all, who does not want to be at the center of a little attention? The connection continues to exist through the iconic players.

An Indian Referee in a FIFA World Cup Match

Mr Komaleeswaran Shankar, the Indian Bank employee from Chennai was not an unheard name in the arena of football around India and Asia, since he has officiated in many major club and international level matches.  He initially had dreamt of being a coach but was incited into being a referee by a wise friend. From a national referee in 1994 he entered the international arena in 1995 with the SAF Games. He had been under FIFA radar for quite some time, but when he got an offer from FIFA to carry out the duties of the Assistant Referee in 2002 FIFA World Cup in Japan, he could not resist some tears of joy.

The humble man still remembers the biggest day of his life – 3rd June 2002 – when he was in Niigata Stadium in Japan, as the assistant referee for a group stage match between Mexico and Croatia. He was there for two more group stage matches – Belgium Vs Tunisia and Belgium Vs Russia.

Upon his return the 5'3" man was really walking tall as not a single decision by him was questioned.

He still remains to be the only Indian Referee to scale this summit.

The Indian Flag did fly high in the World cup!

FIFA World Cup Match Commissioner from India

Not only referring, India did venture into other aspects of a football match in the World Cups.

The AIFF (All India Football Federation) and the late union minister for Information and Broadcasting, Mr Priya Ranjan Dashmunshi, had been a member of FIFA technical Study Group for the 1995 Women World Cup in Sweden and officiated as a match commissioner in 1999 FIFA Women’s World Cup in USA.

He also served special duties at the 1998 FIFA World Cup in France as well as at the 2002 edition in Korea-Japan. He was the first Indian to do so.

But in 2006 FIFA World Cup in Germany, he earned the rare accolade of being a full time official Match Commissioner for a couple matches in the World Cup finals. Here as well, he was the first Indian to achieve this rare distinction.

As an official representative of FIFA directly, the duties of a match commissioner are to investigate whether the match was played within the rules and ensure the match has been organized properly.

He commissioned two matches in 2006 World Cup – Spain Vs Tunisia and Croatia Vs Australia.

However controversial he used to be in Indian Politics, his name in the history of Indian football is secured with this achievement.

An Indian Player in the FIFA World Cup

Little do we know about a fellow Indian to have played in the World Cup main event. In fact he was the part of a World Cup runners-up team!!

With an Indo-Mauritian origin, Vikash Dhorasoo was born in Harfleur, near Le Havre, in France. Growing up in a disturbed neighborhood, his love for football and dribbling skills soon made him well known in the local football community.

As one of the most promising midfielders and best dribblers in the country, he started his professional football career for Le Havre AC in 1993 where he played for five years. In 1998 he was signed by Lyon, one of the most renowned football clubs in the world. He was at his best in Lyon where he did win two consecutive Ligue 1 (French Premier League) titles in 2003 and 2004. At the end of 2004, he played for AC Milan for a while and had won a runners up title in 2005 UEFA Champions League final when Liverpool defeated AC Milan, but he was not used as a substitute in the match. He also played in PSG as one of the key players for a couple of years and had won the 2006 Coupe de France.

While at Lyon, Vikas was selected for the Les Blues in 1999 and made his debut against Ukraine. In September 2004, he received a call from the then French national Coach Mr Raymond Domenech to represent the French National team for 2006 World Cup Qualifiers and eventually the 2006 World Cup in Germany. France went on to be the runners-up of the tournament and Dhorasoo represented his country at the biggest stage of football in the world as a substitute for a couple of matches, along with the likes of the football legend Zinedine Zidane.

After the World Cup is over, Dhorasoo released a documentary called ‘Substitute’ which revealed the time spent in the French Squad during the World Cup, which sparked a lot of controversy and he was warned against publishing the documentary. He still released the documentary and retired from the international football. Dhorasoo has made 18 appearances for the Les Blues and scored a single goal against Cyprus in a 2006 World Cup Qualifiers.

Till date, Vikash Dhorasoo remains to be the sole Indian to have played in the main stage of any FIFA World Cup.

Corporate Involvement in FIFA World Cups from India

In November 2007, a proud moment came in the history of Indian IT industry, when Mahindra Satyam (the then Tech Mahindra) announced that the company will be one of the sponsors and the official IT provider for 2 consecutive FIFA World Cups – 2010 (South Africa) and 2014 (Brazil).

While the IT giant did sponsor and was the official IT provider for the South Africa edition, but it withdrew its nomination as a sponsor of Brazil version. However it remained as the official IT provider of FIFA 2014 World Cup.

The company not only successfully managed more than $1 billion in assets (cell phones, flat screen TVs, laptops and other expensive equipment used in the World Cup), they also delivered applications for the tournament cover systems for accreditation, space and material management, e-tickets, transportation, volunteer management, infrastructure, intranet and internet services and the helpdesk services.

The dribbling of Tech Mahindra was a truly a defining moment for the Organization as well as for India.

Entertainment Quotient from India in FIFA World Cups

Can Bollywood be far behind when world entertainment is considered??

The musical duo brothers of Salim and Sulaiman Merchant are quite famous in the Indian Film Industry as one of the most talented composers and have received quite a few appreciations. But their fame grew manifold, when they brought the ultimate laurel for the country by collaborating with South African singer Loyiso Bala and Keniyan singer-cum-song writer Eric Wainaina to record the anthem for 2010 FIFA World Cup. The anthem is the song ‘Africa – You Are a Star’.

The song, along with some of their well-known Hindi compositions, was performed by the duo at the 2010 world cup opening ceremony and received acclamation from all over the world.

Till date this feat is unparalleled by anyone from India.

FIFA World Cup Trophy Tours in India

India may not have played in the World cup finals ever and probably would never reach to anywhere close to the World Cup trophy, but the trophy reached India!! Not once but twice.

In 2010, prior to the World Cup in South Africa, FIFA organized a world tour of the trophy. The governing body scheduled to take the trophy to 86 countries around the globe to provide the soccer fans across the world an opportunity to have a glimpse of the trophy in person from close. The tour began from the FIFA headquarters in Zurich, Switzerland on September 21, 2009 and eventually landed in South Africa on May 4, 2010. India was privileged to be one of the destination countries and on 15th January 2010, it was at the Mecca of Indian Football, Kolkata where the trophy was unveiled by German football great Lothar Matthaus (1990 FIFA World Cup Winner for Germany). He also reminded the audience about Maradona of 1986 and how they won the cup in 1990. This truly has to be marked as a ‘red letter day’ in the history of Indian Sports as this was the first occasion when the trophy reached India.

Four years later in 2014, one the eve of the 2014 Brazil event, FIFA decided to take a tour of the trophy to 88 countries over a nine month period. India was chosen once again for the tour of the greatest prize of the world football. Kolkata, the ‘City of Joy’, once again hosted the event from December 22 – 24 in 2014 and the coveted trophy was unveiled by the former Brazilian footballer and FIFA world cup 2014 ambassador Carlos Alberto Torres in the presence of Sports Icons like Sachin Tendulkar and Saurav Ganguly.

On both the occasions, millions of soccer fans reached Kolkata from all parts of India to be part of these historic events.

The Jabulani Connection

No matter if India or Indians could not play in the World Cup finals, but India have managed to make the whole world play!

The Jabulani, or the officical ball for the 2010 FIFA World Cup, certainly had an Indian touch. One of the most essential part of a football is the latex bladder inside it, as the bladder gives the ball shape, size, speed and bounce. For Jabulani, the latex bladders were made by Delhi based Enkay India Rubber Company with the rubber latex sourced from Kerala. 7 Kg of rubber latex were sourced from Kerala per 100 Jabulani balls and more than two hundred thousand bladders were supplied for the Jabulani balls by the Delhi based company.

This ‘desi’ flavor of the FIFA World Cup ball would definitely make the Indian Football lovers proud.

Finally, India and the 1950 FIFA World Cup – the Fruitless Qualification

In 1950 World Cup, one team from Asia was to qualify for the main event. The Group 10 of qualifying round comprised of India, Burma, Indonesia and Philippines and the top team was to qualify for the main event.

Apart from India, all the 3 other teams in Group 10, withdrew from the tournament and FIFA did not invite any other team from Asia for the qualifying rounds.

India qualified for the main FIFA World Cup event by default, without playing a single game in qualifying rounds. In the main event India was placed in Group 3, along with Italy, Sweden and Paraguay with the fixtures all confirmed.

It could not get bigger than this.

But AIFF (All India Football Federation) as shortsighted they were, eventually withdrew from the world cup main event leaving the place vacant and we are still ruing the missed opportunity.

The most popular reason that was cited by AIFF was that FIFA banned footballers playing barefoot after 1948 Olympics whereas the Indian footballers were still not habituated wearing boots. The then captain Shailen Manna, quoted that this was merely an innovative façade to cover up the actual reason. AIFF simply could not understand the importance of the event and they valued Olympics higher than World cup. AIFF got back to FIFA citing reasons like expensive travelling, lack of practice time and team selection issues.

A golden opportunity was lost perhaps forever, due to the lack of vision of a few incapable minds.

Epilogue

India may have thousand more such bizarre connections with the FIFA World Cup, but unless and until India qualifies for the main event, the 'real connection' will never be established. And if we do qualify some day in future, we can hold our heads high rather than enforcing such outrageous relationships with the biggest sporting occasion in the universe, second only to the Olympics.

And I will have to update this blog by adding one more section to scribble down the ‘real connection’!

Acknowledgement and Credits for Source of Information:









http://www.techmahindra.com/sites/blogs/TechMahindra_Football_and_the_spirit_of_Rise.aspx

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Friday, April 24, 2015

The First Voyage

A Hilarious Account of my First Travel Abroad
Acknowledgement:
The series of incidents illustrated in this article are neither exaggerated nor imagined. These have happened to me in real life, rather I was the culprit to cause these to have taken place at the first place.
The incidents took place a long ago, so some of the dates and times may not be accurate as I had to travel back in time using my memory, which may not be totally reliable.
The word ‘Hilarious’ is a little bit misguiding. I was damn worried and scared to some extent, when I was right in the middle of it. But in hindsight, I do laugh at my own expense and everyone with whom I have shared this experience made a mockery of me. So it is time a wider forum does the same.
The First Voyage:
I was 23, lacking in maturity (perhaps I still do) and was being grilled into a software company for just about a year and half. Like every other non-seasoned birds in the IT industry, I too had a belief that I am the best and I am the one who would revolutionize the industry, starting from my organization (‘charity begins at home’ after all). Thankfully this vicious spell did not last long.
My joy knew no bounds when one day my supervisor asked me to pack my bags as I would be travelling to UK for a few months and all the formalities were duly taken care of. Naturally my first reaction was that my good performance has paid off and I was on cloud number nine.
All said and done, the D-Day arrived. I was a little anxious. Hailing from a typical middle-class background, I did not have the privilege to board a flight even for a domestic journey! And my first flight was destined to be towards an unknown country!
My mind became overly inquisitive about every other thing that can possibly go wrong in a foreign land. The other half of my so-called intellectual self tried to be smarter by countering the questions as rationally and logically as possible.
What if I am unable to communicate properly? (You overlooked the fact that English used to be global language since long and you were going to an English-speaking country for God’s sake)
What if I am unable to carry out my duties properly? (Clear lack of self-confidence, everything would be just fine. Don’t you know that you are the best!!)
What if the food is different? (It will be and you have to accept it dude)
What would I do if I am stopped at the airport and sent back to home for some bizarre reason? (Give me a damn break mate, will ya?)
Have I packed all the essential stuffs? Are all the documents in proper order? (You have already checked it once, twice, thrice….now just keep your sanity intact)
Would I be able to handle the culture shock, I have read too many blokes find it hard to absorb the difference? (Pretend you are watching a TV man)
Advices from relatives and friends poured in to make me even more confused as a first-time traveler, as my own self-inflicted plight was not enough. Nodding to a few and cleverly dodging most of them, I was about to explore a new land. I frequently recollected the steps to be followed (in fact I had a prolonged discussion with one of the veteran itinerant at my office about the ‘Do’s and Don’ts’ at the airports, both domestic and foreign) just to raise my confidence bar, which was dangling at a dangerously low point.
I was given a Saturday morning flight from Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose International Airport, Kolkata which would reach London Heathrow International Airport around 4.30 pm UK time on the same day and from then on I had to catch a connecting domestic flight at around 7.30 pm (same day) for my final destination, Leeds and this would reach Leeds Bradford Airport at around 9.30 pm on Saturday. I was to report at my office on Monday. I was mercifully and tactically provided with the whole Sunday to recover from jetlag.
I was warned by some of my seasoned senior colleagues who had ‘been there and done that’, that the connecting flights are missed mostly as a standard ritual as the immigration would take a long time upon arrival at Heathrow and the domestic terminal was a little far from the international one where I would set my first foot. In this case, I should contact the airline to provide me an overnight accommodation, which they duly do for the employees of my organization (some corporate mutual pat on the back I guess) and get my ticket rescheduled to next morning’s (Sunday) flight around 6 am. The strategic Sunday always acts a buffer day and I would still have plenty of time to report on Monday. These words of wisdom somehow didn’t really help much to boost my morale.
Without any real fuss I boarded the Air India flight which would take me to London. I cleared the processes of collecting the boarding pass, tagging the baggage to Heathrow and went through the security check – as smooth as a knife goes through a block of soft butter. My long abandoned self-confidence started coming back to me and after a couple of pegs of Vodka in the flight I was up for any challenge.
We had a stopover in Mumbai and then started ascending for London. The journey was uneventful as I spent the time reading magazines and devouring a lot of free food (and drinks too) which AirIndia happily supplied, one after another.
When we were approaching London, the first of the series of setbacks announced its presence as a small broadcast from the Captain. Due to some heavy congestion in air traffic over London, we have to wait till we were given a green signal to land. Great start! And we were already running a little late! The airplane started circling over the city of London and I, though a bit worried, started enjoying the view of the wonderful city. Not many get a chance to sightsee London from above, you know!! But soon an enormous cloud blocked the view keeping up with the reputation of a typical London climate, so I was not that fortunate after all.
Within 15-20 minutes the aimless sky sailing was over and we soon landed on Heathrow. It was almost 5.15 pm. As instructed by fellow colleagues, holding on to my documents I started running towards the immigration section where I would be granted entry (fingers crossed) to UK officially. When I reached the immigration area, it seemed that almost all the world has come together here. The immigration area was almost as big as the airport itself in Kolkata and it was thronged by hordes of people with different ethnicity, with different culture, from different countries, with different destinations but with one common objective – to get permission from the immigration counter to enter into the land of Her Majesty.
Completely puzzled about what to do now, I tried to assess my situation and remember the friendly advices from my colleagues – find the queue which is the shortest and fastest. Unfortunately no such queue seemed to exist on that day which would fit those criterions. I placed myself behind a person and just hoped that this would be the shortest one. It might well have been the shortest one, but as it turned out it was the slowest one. It took me around an hour or so to reach to the immigration desk. After getting my passport stamped and submitting the necessary medical documents, I crossed the border and stepped into UK at around 6.15 pm. I was still hopeful to make it.
Next step, find the ‘baggage reclaim’ area to collect my luggage from the designated conveyor belt. I ran. Little did I know that reaching early at the conveyor belt does not guarantee an early arrival of the baggage. And as luck would have it I was amongst the last five persons to receive our baggage – but the positive side is that I was not the last.
6.45 pm!!
Can I still make it? Optimism was still lurking all over me.
From the international terminal at Heathrow to the domestic one, the distance is quite a long one if you choose to walk. So I ran with the luggage trolley, almost trampling a few on my way and picking up some ‘verbal blessings’.
On entering the domestic terminal (around 6.55 pm – I covered the distance within 10 minutes and must have qualified for a new world record), I tried to find the BMI (British Midlands Airways) desk from where I would collect the boarding pass. I knew I would make it and I still think I would have, had it not been for a dog’s sniff! A police-dog, to be precise, as it turned out to be!! It came out of nowhere and just stopped in front of me, sniffing and staring at my big suitcase. A couple of cops approached me and asked if I was carrying any illegal substances!!! I denied naturally (and I am quite sure even the smartest of the drug peddlers would not admit if they are faced with such a direct question!!). They made me open my suitcase and it was found out that I was carrying two boxes of Indian sweets (meant for the ‘deprived’ colleagues in Leeds), which were not allowed, because of some weird rule about milk products. I tried to negotiate (read ‘pleaded’) with them to allow me to keep at least one and take the other on their choices. Probably their hearts melt (or they had enough of sadistic satisfaction humiliating me) and they allowed both the boxes through. But this small incident ate up around 15 more minutes of my precious time and by the time I reached to the BMI counter it was around 7.15 pm and I almost gave up and made up my mind for a rescheduled flight next morning.
Today there was no miracle for me as the lady at the flight desk matter-of-factly informed me that the gates were now closed and she could not allow me to board the flight today. I was mentally too drained out to get into any argument. I just showed her my previous boarding passes and somehow managed to babble out the whole situation. She gave me a sweet smile and probably discussed the same with her superiors and without further question she provided me a ticket for the next day’s morning flight. I thanked her and headed again to the international terminal for the Air India customer service office to arrange for my accommodation for the night.
The Air India stuff was very friendly and probably she hears the same story every other day. I just needed to show her my company’s id card and she immediately guessed my situation without me explaining to her all over again. With a couple of phone calls, she not only arranged for the hotel accommodation, which was in close proximity of the airport and also arranged for a cab – all were on Air India! The table (where my luck was kept out of my reach the whole day) had suddenly turned towards me.
I took the cab and checked in to the hotel at around 9 pm. Jetlagged, hungry and shivering from the freezing cold (it was snowing outside on an early March evening) I ordered some food, took a bath and felt fast asleep. Oh yes, I had informed at the reception to give me a wake-up call at 3 am in the morning as I intended to be at the airport by 4.30 am at the latest. My flight was at 5.30 am next day and I could never afford to have missed it.
When I opened my sleepy eyes I could not actually recall where I was, it was all so blurred. Coming back to my senses the first thing I did was to check my wristwatch.
Bloody hell!!
It was 4.40 am!!!
I packed my stuff, got dressed in a matter of a panic attack and checked out as soon as possible. On my way I dished out a mouthful at the receptionist for not waking me up on time even after my request. To my surprise, she politely stated that I was indeed given a call and I even picked it up and thanked them. I now vaguely remember that incident and I realized that I felt asleep and made a complete mess of myself and my journey. I just apologized and left. There was no one to blame but myself. What an utter stupidity!!
Fortunately I got a cab straightaway and headed to the airport – shelling out the Forex from my own pocket this time.
The same BMI desk, but a different face and it was 5.10 am. I heard the same story, boarding gate was closed and no more passenger was to be allowed. What a shame!! I was absolutely crazy that time but somehow I managed to keep my calm and got a ticket using my credit card. Thank you Visa – you were a lifesaver that day! The next flight was at 7.30 pm in the evening.
Not taking any chances, I decided to stay at the airport this time. I waited in front of the check-in counter and checked in my baggage when the time came. Getting rid of the baggage I was much relieved as the first step towards the successful journey was completed. I did not know that more surprises were planned in store for me.
Since I had enough time I indulged myself in some window shopping. I had my breakfast and lunch. I even managed to have a bath!! Feeling refreshed I sat at one corner of the airport listening to the announcements (no smart phone or ipod that time) and watching the ocean of people travelling to all sorts of directions possible, with none caring for another.
I had kept a close look at my wrist watch. Still more than 6 hours to go!!
My patience was running out a bit. All the announcements seemed to be monotonous enough not to keep me occupied. Every minute was like a year. Time was not moving forward even at a snail’s pace.
An idle brain is a devil’s workshop!
A thought occurred to my mind to down a couple of pints or pegs to just kill the time. I did not indulge this thought to linger for long. It started as a trembling, faint thought but it really grew out to be an argument between the devil and the angel in me. And unfortunately the devil has won (it always does!!), forcing me to search for a nearby resto-bar. And I found one pretty close!
What harm could a couple of pints do?
You must have guessed what must have happened after this. I was too drunk to the catch the flight!!
No!!!
I was totally sober after three pints of Carlsberg. I came out of the bar and had a look on my watch.
4 more hours!!
So, I almost made it!!
I was glad (I was actually in a trance of ecstasy, thanks to Carlsberg)!
I went to another corner and tried to lie down for some time.
And this is when the devil screwed me completely.
Can somebody sleep in an airport in a foreign country where he had been for the first time
AND
his flight is just 4 hours away
AND
he has missed two consecutive flights
AND
he is too anxious to catch the next one??
So many difficult AND conditions are present in one sentence that I believe no one in the world could achieve this feat.
But I could!!!!
First, I dozed off!!
Then, I sunk into a delicious slumber!!
For 5 hours!!
And it happened. I missed the flight, once again! For the third time in a row! What a looser!
And my luggage with all my belongings was probably at 20000 ft altitude, on its way to Leeds!
I still have to spend the night!
Classic!
Waking up around 8.30 pm, I realized what had happened and I just cursed myself (what else could I do) with a few selected adjectives. I couldn’t even show my sorry face to the BMI counter as I have already become a laughing stock for them, but I still had to drag myself for some assistance. Fortunately it was a new person this time who did not know my success rate with missing flights. I simply told her my luggage has been checked in and I missed the flight accidentally. She did not raise the eyebrow and she did not even ask me a question. She handed me a form to fill up my details so that I could collect my luggage from Leeds Bradford Airport once I reach there (if I eventually do). I requested her to reschedule my ticket, and with my surprise she obliged, all I needed to pay was the rescheduling fee. The same Visa card came handy once again!
Next flight, next morning 5.30 am!!!
I did become a bit indifferent to my situation by now and myself. I was in no hurry. After all, what to be hurried about? I promised to myself that I would leave Heathrow without boarding the flight. So I stayed.
I met a Sri Lankan fellow who lent his phone to me to make a phone call, as I did not have a single coin to make a phone call from the phone-booths (with my generosity the last of those coins I have used as Tips at the resto bar). I informed my colleagues in Leeds that I am still in London as the flight was ‘cancelled repeatedly due to some technical glitches’. They bought in my blatant lie, which was just to save myself from the utter embarrassment. Thankfully there wasn’t any ‘Sherlock Holmes’ amongst them, otherwise they could have checked the passenger list of all BMI flights taken off from London for the last two days. They duly informed my parents as well who were dead-worried about me.
The night was uneventful but I did not sleep at all. And no more wild suggestions from the devil was entertained.
Next morning (Monday) I caught the flight and reached Leeds at around 8 am. I have collected my luggage too from the airport, took a taxi and headed towards my destination. Everything went on so smoothly that all these episodes seemed like a distant dream (nightmare).
So thus ends my first voyage – a journey to reach Leeds from India – spanned over 3 days which ideally should have been over within a (calendar) day!!
Aftermath
I reported at my office on Monday around 11.30 am, instead of 8.30 am – this was really an achievement given my epic journey!
My company reimbursed my expenses for the additional cab fares and airline tickets though I should have suffered the consequences of my own mischiefs (but I fabricated a different story altogether in which I managed to gain a lot of sympathy), making this whole episode end with a sweeter note!!
I disclosed the real incidents to some of the colleagues and it spread amongst everyone too rapidly like a fire. I used to be the subject of group ragging for a long time!!!
And I still am ridiculed by all who are familiar with this ‘little’ episode!!
You may also have had a good laugh!! And that was the objective of this narrative from the beginning.
Hold On! There is a ‘Sequel’ of this story which will be published soon.

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