Memories, mundane conversation from another era


A conversation that took place seven to eight years back. We would sit idle at our college hang out, Savera in Pune, right opposite Fergusson college, drinking countless cups of tea and speaking about almost anything, munching Masala Dosa. We were loafers, skipping lectures, indulging in cigarette break, skipping lectures blurting non-sensical stuffs about life and the latest happening.

Buddy: So, what do you want to do after college?

ME: Apne ko toh Anil Ambani banna hai (I wanna be Anil Ambani). I wanna mint money, mate.

Buddy: Dude! You should go for MBA.

ME: Pata nahin. Let’ see. I don’t wanna go through the hellish CAT exams.

In 2006, MBA was the big thing in India. I was already eyeing MET in Bandra and went there for an event. I was bowled by its cool quotient. Quite a glamorous college with super cool chicks, dudes wearing suits, getting free laptop after paying 2 lakh fees. It looked like a very in college to study. It’s another thing that it was a passing fad for me and now I realize how overrated this whole MBA thing was. The whole world was crazy thinking that post MBA, a cool pay check of 4 lakhs annually will reach the pocket.

Buddy number two joins us.

Buddy No. 2: Kya re! (What’s up)

Me: Nahin yaar, tp ho raha hai (Nothing much, just doing time pass)

Buddy No, 2: What about movie-making? Howz about discussing the idea for a short film?

Both me and buddy no.2 are filmi keeda. We nurtured our Mumbai dreams of making it big, someday. We assisted some pals doing their diploma project at FTII as AD and always wanted to make a shortie.

ME: Haan kar sakte hai abhi. Aare Anna ek chai aur do khali glass (Anna is elder brother and Savera is a Mangalorean restaurant run by a Bunt)

Buddy No. 2: Chalo! Let’s do a scene. Imagine you are standing on the street and this beautiful girl walks past the college gate. You wanna take her out for tea.. Enact the scene how you would approach her.

ME: Voice modulation. Imagining camera shot..Hi, I am Vishal. Kya aap mere saath Namaskar mein baithenge Coffee ke liye (Will you join me for coffee?

Cut! Buddy No. 2 stops me.

Buddy No. 2: Dude, you are not supposed to take her in a decent resto for coffee. You are a common man and have just 20 bucks in your pocket. A bit like Amol Palekar. You should ask for to come with you at the tapdi (tea stall)

After trying, I gave up.

Finally, I say.

ME: Ab bohot hogaya..isse acha mein underworld join karoon, gandu. Bhai log mein zyaada respect hai, bhenchod..film se zyaada! (Now, I give up. Better join underworld, asshole. Dons have more respect than film people)

Buddy No.2 is aghast: Kya? Are you serious?

ME: Sachi mein. Ask for hafta (protection money). Instill fear in people and do smuggling. People call you Bhai.

Buddy No.2: Bas kar chutiya (Shut up you idiot).

From the memory diary

With Love

V

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35 thoughts on “Memories, mundane conversation from another era

    • The college aspirations I remember pals studying and going mad to crack the UPSC exams…was crazy wanted to be in the bank or getting into films to give way to creativity. I never used to write way back in college, except one or two poems:) Once I started writing two page film script..which I abandoned..hehe

      • When I was in college I was wasting my time over a course (which I still don’t know why my older sister- the career expert made me join), running full fledged household department and college studies.

        I never wrote before 2007, honestly after reading all the classics (in Bengali and English) I never thought anyone will read my writing! so I think the MSN reader’s archive editor made me a writer. Funny thing is I never dreamt I will write poetry! how we change with time, don’t we?

        If I go back to 2006 (forget about earlier) I will laugh my heads off if someone tells me people will read my writing.

        Film script is something I still don’t think I will ever be able to write, I personally think it takes a lot of talent to write a good script.

      • This film script thing is funny coz I managed to write just two pages on a Sudarshan Note Book. I was whining time, sitting in cafe and doing tp….I regret not taking some short courses in fact. In 2007, started writing a short script out of sheer boredom, sitting in hostel room.

      • maybe you should try again, not with keyboard but pen. I am better with keyboard when writing and really am bad with pen.

        I think our brains get a bit jumbled up after we start typing, after all it takes years of drumming the alphabets in a weird pattern, right? our mind may actually flow in rhythm with pen (in your case) and keyboard (in my case).

        As for me, I really don’t think I will ever be able to write a script! I just am absolutely awestruck by their capacity to capture scenes with that detail.

      • In fact, I was writing with pen since I didn’t had a computer at that time and remember spending hours at the cafe, forking our humble 10 bucks that was cheap at that time.

      • I need to get back..among the unfinished work over years…there is a memory in book form on college days, a book about my Mumbai experience. Script writing is a tough call and wanna learn about it:0

      • try pen this time! see if you write better with pen. I have noticed this thing about two things- pen and my glasses. 🙂

        I started wearing glasses in 1995, stopped wearing them in 2007 (I don’t need them when I am at home, because my sight is quite perfect when it comes to see things in close proximity).. Well I pickd up my painting brush after I discarded my glasses. 🙂

      • I need to..started wearing glasses in 10th standard…I need to start all over again. Painting is one of the most creative forms of expression one can strike. Keep it up:)

      • I have painted in only one of my schools, when I was studying in raisina, my teacher liked my paintings, he used to tease me a lot because I never painted human beings in my paintings 🙂

      • I was always getting shouted at for messing on the A 4 white sheet. In fact, I had bad teacher in arts but had other good teachers in Philosophy and Economics or even French, for that matter:)

    • I only had drawing class in that school, in 1984-85, were you born then? that teacher was very supportive to all of us. your drawing teacher might have shouted at Picasso/Matisse too 😉 for messing up canvases!

  1. Hahaha 😀 Perfectly done, Vishal. You narrated the scene very well. The memories came alive. Beautiful were the days of carefree youth! To think that we longed to grow up!

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