Post-work recreation with Table Tennis

TT, it is there in my resume, prominently displayed on first half of first page and second half of second page.
The official mails which are marked to TT come to MY mailbox automatically.
An A4 size paper which dangles on the first soft board in my alley, has lent its space to two letters that read TT signifying the threshold of TT pathway.

It goes on to say that my office time is devoted to TT. Though my manager is not called Tarachand Trivedi or Tom Tatterson. TT simply means technology and telecom. That is easy for me to understand since I am associated with technology and telecom sectors of business since October 2006 now. This is what I was hired to do and I am doing it.

But along with TT came TT. This one is table tennis. My company has taken employee efficiency so seriously that it has allocated a space bigger than most of its meeting rooms for recreation purposes. It houses one TT table that satisfies national championship standards and one carom board. Doesn’t it remind you of a smoke-filled common room in hostel which had only one best seat to watch TV. If such arrangement can motivate young people to study and discuss, then obviously it has to be maintained in office environment for that continuous boost to energy level in work place.

Udit joined us to play today during after lunch hours. He is the top boss here and not a regular feature in our TT room. He played some good drop shots just adjacent to the net but a person can not be expert at everything. My partner and I were ably supported by Udit’s partner Achal and we won easily. Achal also won few stern looks and got chance to be mocked at by Udit all in the fun of the game. At this point, I will take the liberty to declare that I want to be an expert in TT. Technology-Telecommunication and Table-Tennis too, with higher degree of weightage assigned to the first connotation.

Then the day has some surprise in store for me. The letters TT have to change their meaning once more. The new meaning was not beginning with T any more. Rather, it meant Rohit Madhok. A wizard who was weaving magic on the yellow ball with agile swing of arm and dexterous movement of wrist using his magic racket. The auspicious moment saw 9 stalwarts of Firstrain in a huddle, having a common goal of victory over Rohit. And see the courage, bravery, confidence and everything you want to add here, Rohit had to play alongside a partner, who would be equally driven by desire and intent, to play against him. He had to team up with his enemy to defeat his enemies.

The enemies had one thing in common. They all knew how well Rohit played and respected him for that. They had the measure of this force they were to face. Innumerable combinations were tried to match up to the power and skill possessed by Rohit. His opponents came, they played and they lost. Everybody who teamed up with him won. It was a battle fought with fury, sledging, mind and power. But he knew what to do, like all heroes know. Stay calm and focus on victory.
This piece from Race – the movie comes to mind
“Tum mujhe hamesha harane ki koshish karte they aur main hamesha jeetne ki koshish karta tha”

One team that reached within sniffing distance of victory was when score was Game – 19. This was the team of Sagar and Bharat. Somehow, I think there should be someone named Ramanand around here.

When every one had tried all the tricks in their basket and had given in to the prowess of Rohit, they were treated with a game between Rohit and Sagar. It seemed like TT is played in completely different fashion. Rohit won that one too… Kudos!!

Inspiration behind creation of this intervention in normal function of blog junction.....ugh!! stop it..

Sunday 27th July - I planned to see Dark Knight with my friends today. It was that old... umm... fresh rain, yet again, that inspired Me to start a blog.

I have tried to tether few thoughts in this box (thinking Inside the box...sigh.. I can never be creative) which otherwise have never known any bounds with all of MY might, together with
-MY prejudices;
-beliefs;
-state of mind;
-friends.... accompanying Me;
-lovely ladies In PVR Mainstream (which Is at MGF Metropolitan Mall and not at Sahara Mall);
-and other things that can influence the flow and direction of thoughts of any sane mind which I dont claim to posses.

Like, who would like to think If FM radios In Gurgaon would like to air the news about which sector In A city of Maals recieved rain the earliest.
Lets call Gurgaon A City of Maals where I dont intend to conjure the image of hugely decorated and crowded hanging out place.

Its bizarre!!...

You think so!!.. I BET you are not living in A city of Maals. Now, that I have won, I will start by telling you that It started raining at 1 PM (approx) In Sector - 56. This Is where I live. I gave a humble call to my friend enquiring if sky had a similar sized crack or bigger above the balcony and the plots of land where he says he lives. To my surprise and his skepticism, sky was offering bright sunlight to his balcony along with the plots of land where he says he lives. Obviously, his first thought for Me was "Yeh saala ditch karega". Not his fault.

People who know Me, from Amity days, know it well that I am perfect at not reaching in time. This rare skill has taken good number of years, equal to those of my presence on earth to develop. I have unknowinlgy mastered this skill well. Somewhat like a fisherman developing a new style of kung-fu, call it The Iron Fish, by noticing that his body movements while throwing the net in water can be used to defend himself too. Completely natural at doing what he has to do and unaware of what it might lead to. Do all major Inventions take place in this way!! Lets hope MINE does.

The first reason for my friend's disbelief was that it was not raining over his balcony along with the plots of land where he says he lives. His balcony is in sector 40 of A city of Maals. If you are preparing for CAT your quest for logic will urge you to think how far is his balcony from my house. It is 7 kms (approx).

Somehow, I made my friend believe by stretching my arm out towards the sky and letting him hear the sweet sound of rain drops testing touch-screen function of MY MotoRokr (my darling). I delayed (doesnt it sound sweet) my visit until the rain mercifuly gave in to my longing for going out and not getting drenched.

Few minutes after the clock struck the right time (unofficial definition of being late), I ventured out on the road-cum-waterways of this dazzling City of Maals. Within 7 minutes of bike drive, MY jeans and shoes were of same colour the road was. It was like watching Dark Knight literally. Hey, hey... MY Pulsar is just 1650 CC less than any best 1800CC bike in this class.

Focussing back on the rain, the rain set its spot light back on to Me. I had reached sector 39, place where my manager says I should work with lot more focus, intent and purpose and the place where I ask my manager to take care of my bank account. How could the caring sky there let anybody discover Me with soiled shoes?? It let itself open once again and it was pouring. Rain.. yet again.

However, knight and fear, these two words seems like have been picked from different planets. So, forward marched the Knight to embrace the scented drops of rain with smile and glory.

Within 7 more minutes of rain-pulsar show, the balcony and the plots of land where my friend says he lives were in sight. A pretty girl not standing in the front yard of her house. To catch a glimpse of her beauty, I had been in habit of taking not the first but second right turn. I felt bad. Why was not she there?? Even when It was not raining!!

It was not raining. Dont go back to read it again. I will write it for you. It was not raining. Within 14 minutes over a distance of 7 kms, My Pulsar and I had endured drastic change in weather.

After I had honked twice in front of my friend's house and was assured that he will be stepping out of the maingate on to the lands that held his house, balcony and the other plots of land where my friend said he lives, I had turned off powerful engine of my shining black Bagheera (panther, from the jungle book). I took a deep breath as I removed my head gear, to absorb any positive energy that rain might have brought with it. A kid standing In the balcony of adjacent house noticed my black princely locks of hair and yelled out

Oye GABBAR!!

Aye.. Ho gaya na kuch alag.. Achanak!!

Still I thought It was good he didn't call Me Clown!!

The superficial Idea, apparent from this chain of events, is to evaluate the feasibility of providing weather Information by FM radios In Gurgaon (A city of Maals) , indexed by the road name and type so that one can avoid or meet rain and decide whether to take second right turn or something better.


Disclaimer: Meanwhile, before you look out for a telephone directory to seek any enrichment through legal claims against Me, let Me clarify that I take no responsibility for the accuracy of the quantitative information provided in this space.