Week Three Part-II….Waking up from the dream..!!

……continued from Week Three – Part-I

Every voice in the corridor of the third floor of the Residential Block was talking about Sreeram JVC, “Arre, kal wo Sreeram aayega na, bahut suna hai uske baare me..!!”(Hey, Sreeram would be coming tomorrow, have heard a lot about him..!!”) was a common expression. But soon all this ‘Sreeram saga’ was over as we had a much bigger and better reason to celebrate.

Yes, it was the same twenty-four hour day  which had a ‘cruel beginning’ for me and now it was going to end with lot of pomp and show – a grand birthday celebration, after all it was ‘bhai ka birthday…!!'(‘bro’s birthday..!!’). The reason for choosing the word “grand” is also a significant disclosure that should be made sooner rather than later. The birthday boy had turned twenty-one today and also secured ‘Rank 21’ in CA Final earlier this morning. So a double ‘twenty one’ was worth ‘a grand celebration’.

“Party organize karne me to apna jawaab nahi…”(“Nobody organizes a Party better than us..”) was the ‘Bajrang Dal’ reaction to the occasion.

It’s not easy to manage the multiple ideas pouring in from various corners, but people from Haryana have this amazing ability to absorb the pressure and still deliver the goods efficiently.

Well, we were lucky to have one such guy in our team. He belongs to the ‘Land of Mahabharata (a sacred book for Hindus)’, Kurukshetra. Though not a very honest and simple person he is certainly “not a terrorist” which will be better understood in the weeks to follow. He was very fond of dressing perfect to match the occasion, I seldom found his shirt wrinkled or the crease of his dress going awry. He was our ‘Ordering and Logistics’ manager from that day.

We decided to order pizzas along with the choco-lava cake and some garlic bread-sticks, not to forget the cold drinks and cheesy-dips. I don’t exactly remember the number of pizzas ordered but it was somewhere around twenty medium-sized breads, can’t guess the number of cold drinks and the other side orders. Our manager worked really well as the birthday boy needed everything to be perfect.

‘The Party thrower’ is a class apart, a perfectionist but not a snob, somewhat aggressive and my God I can never forget the all steel ‘Longines’ watch that he used to sport with eternal pride. Being a ‘Punjabi munda’ (‘boy from Punjab’) he was an extrovert with an opinion on almost everything. But the rare innocence in his attitude is worthy of appreciation. You don’t need to be a bookworm to excel in academics is something which can be easily described just by referring to him.

So, the party was a thoroughly enjoyed event. We ate more than our own expectations and I along with other ‘party animals’ discovered our love for the ‘Dominos Cheese burst base’ though the choco-lava cake is still a no-no for me, an opinion objected by many. Also, a party is not over until some ‘hooliganismis created by the participants and we were not in a mood to leave things incomplete.

Our Residential Block was divided into five floors. First floor was allotted to the ‘pretty ladies’ of the batch, second and third floor were allotted to ‘not so gentle men’ of the batch, fourth and fifth floors were kept empty, with the fourth floor being used as a place to dry our clothes. Third Floor was the ‘famous floor’ and why not, it was occupied by the ‘Bajrang Dal’ participants, though adequate support was also provided from the second level as well.

Room no. 310 – the registered office of the ‘Bajrang Dal’ and 306 – the room for “formal meetings” (my room) were very well-known to the “active” people in the batch.

Cold drinks was the only thing we had in plenty and I say that strongly because you don’t want to waste “precious things” just to create some “tamaasha” (“fun”).

So, the stage was set to ‘break some rules’ and the place chosen was ‘The Lounge’ on the second floor. Somebody had suggested the first floor for the plan of action but that would have been ‘too ambitious’ a step for us to put forward.

As a resident of the third floor I would compare the ‘relations’ among the three floors as that between Pakistan, Nepal and India for the first, second and third floors respectively. ‘Pakistan’ and ‘Nepal’ had considerably healthy relations from ‘India’s’ point of view. On the other hand, ‘Nepal’ and ‘India’ had good relations subject to certain differences and ignorance that was inevitable. Finally, relations between ‘Pakistan’ and ‘India’ resembled to the on-ground reality in the world’s Geo-political scenario. Also, the above comparison is purely based on my personal observations and I am the only one to be held responsible for it.

We gathered all the cold drink pet bottles and joined the others in ‘The Lounge’ area of the second floor. I was operating Dada’s camera, ready to capture the moments of fun.

“Fiiiiissshhhhh…..” was the sound as the cork of one of the bottles flew in style and soon the birthday boy was sporting a new look – “The Cola look.”

Not bothered about the safety of the electronic gadget that I was carrying I moved in closer to get a better view for the camera. My only mistake, I exposed myself to a half filled bottle held by none other than the birthday boy. Before I could make any adjustments to secure the gadget and myself I could feel the ‘orange flavour’ all over.

“Bechaara camera, wo bhi nahi bach paaya…”(“Poor camera, it became the victim as well…”). Soon the lounge was all covered with sugary syrup, so we moved out of the lounge into the corridor.

Now, as everybody was sporting the “Cola look” it was ensured that the corridor was also adequately “decorated” in line with the lounge. 

It was “say cheese time” and the happiness on all the faces was everlasting. I, along with many, was “waking up from the dream”.

The whole residential block was resonating with the lyrics of a latest bollywood hit “Dil sambhal jaa zaraa…” from the movie “Murder-2”. It had somewhat become as the ‘song of our batch’, thanks to our very own “Nawaab”  who was an expert in setting these landmarks.

Well, the much hyped “Sreeram JVC day” came and I was expecting a young and handsome guy with cuff-linked shirt and a formal suit on, but I was so wrong.

Not all my presuppositions were wrong though as he was a smart man, not very much physically but certainly in intellectual terms. He wore a half-sleeved cotton shirt and formal trousers with his “beer belly” speaking a lot about himself. He sported a mustache and beard with his spectacles giving him a “philosopher look”. I really liked his walking style, he took small steps but really hurried on with them.

Well, I was lucky enough to observe these characteristics as most of the other guys were peeping out of the huge glass windows of our “conference hall” just to get a sight of his car. It was a “black Mercedes E-class” shining and sparkling in the bright sunlight.

The number of “Merc owners” in India may have increased over time but still it is a “rare luxury” in my opinion and that drew our attention towards it more than anything else.

He began by introducing himself and soon everybody realized that he had great communication skills. Although he spoke real fast yet everything was easily comprehended by the audience. We were all looking towards him in anticipation of a “Guru-mantra” that would free us from all our worries. He was seen as a “Spiritual Guru”, a saviour for the depressed souls.

The topic for the day was Leadership, team building and attitude at workplace.

The first objection that Mr. Sreeram raised was with respect to our dress code, he rejected our formal attires and asked us to dress more casually. This man was really a clever manipulator and knew exactly what to convey to the young audience to make a mark in their hearts. He often cracked jokes on the “COE administration” and had a fair idea of the general mindset of the participants with regard to the same.

I still remember the process of overcoming a “Challenge” by “Forming-Storming-Norming-Performing”, it was really well explained and made a lot of sense to me. Also, his own childhood experiences and struggle years are worthy of appreciation. The way he polished his linguistic skills by just listening to his father’s coaching lessons was really exciting and inspiring. Soon, I was able to make out that he was a die-hard cricket fan with a sound knowledge base of the game. The ‘Sachin Tendulkar’s sweep shot practice’ example still comes across my mind when I think of the “Little Master”. Practicing a single stroke to tackle one of the greatest spinners of the world – “Shane Warne” simply justifies the following quote :

” Attitude to prepare to win is more important than the attitude to win!!”

Two sessions i.e. three hours over for the day and I was a fan now ready to sail in the boat provided by our faculty.

Towards the end of the second session we were asked to participate in a “Movie game”. Teams were divided and movie clippings were allotted. The teams had to present their cases on leadership, attitude and team work examples provided in the clippings. We were asked to sit with our teams during our lunch time and discuss, though very few adhered to the instructions provided by the faculty.

Everything was going really nice and smooth and then suddenly something happened. We were just about to leave for lunch as Sreeram was winding up with his instructions, one of my team members asked me, “Hey Manish! What was your score?”

The world suddenly went upside down for me, I knew she was referring to “The Horror Show” and  those “wretched thoughts” again went through my mind.

She belongs to New Delhi, not Faridabad, and I didn’t have much of an interaction with her before today. But as I was preparing to answer her query I realized that she was the one who “decorated” my face with the “controversial cake” during “The Horror Show” celebrations. This fact made me a little comfortable as I had realized that she didn’t knew that I was one of the unsuccessful candidates.

“I didn’t clear”, I replied. She acted as if she had a lot of sympathy for me and I had no option but to accept the returned favours, though I tried hard to reject it as I hate to carry the image of a unblessed helpless boy. I take pride in my own scheme of things and would prefer accepting my defeats rather than blame it on my luck and getting tagged as a “poor chap”. Nevertheless, may be I would’ve acted the same if I would’ve been in her place. Disturbed, I went for lunch.

Third session i.e. the post-lunch session began and we gave our presentations. It was an enjoyable activity and everyone participated.

In the end, Sreeram gave his feedback and opined on our performances. He also showed some leadership and team work videos which were really inspiring.

I personally enjoyed the concept of ‘Secure slavery vs. Absolute freedom’ a lot. The way he explained the concept comparing an ‘elephant in a zoo’ and ‘elephant in a jungle’ was amazing.

Also, the reality of this ‘hypocrite world’ was very well summed up in the following lines :

      “World will first ridicule you, then accept you and then appreciate you.”

Well, the day ended, it was a long day full of leadership and attitude quotes and I was certainly feeling pumped though was a bit tired as well and badly needed some energy to revitalize myself. But not for long as soon the very important “formal meeting” was organized in my room attended by the regular participants.

Now everybody had their eyes wide open in delight though the reason is still unknown, a perfect description of “waking up from the dream” of “the horror show”.

“We don’t give a damn!!” was the common intent shared by all of us in Room No. 306.

“Thud-Thud!” was the sound on the door, I reached out and unlocked it.

My friend from Jodhpur who had given us nicknames was standing half-dressed in the doorway, he rushed inside and shouted, “utth jao saalo! Khushwaha ka lecture hai, lanka lag jaayegi!”(Get up idiots! Its Khushwaha’s lecture, he would give us a hard time otherwise”). 

In the process he kicked my roommate who was still enjoying the cozy pillows. I asked the visitor,“What’s the time?” He laughed and replied, “Nau chaalees ho gaye hain, dus baje se lecture hai.”(“It’s already nine-forty, lecture starts at ten”). My expression to this is not worthy of a description here.

To hurry up we decided that I would use my Kerelite friend’s room to get ready whereas my roommate would use ours.

A world of thoughts went through my mind as I was arranging for my chores. The faculty for the first two sessions was our Deputy Secretary – Mr. Satish Khushwaha. His personality has already been described by me in the first week edition. I was even more worried as I was already on his “Hit-List” and the last night saga also didn’t help our cause much.

Actually, Mr. Khushwaha had stayed for the night in our Residential Block itself to attend the early morning lecture today. This was a “golden opportunity” for us and we made the most of it by shouting slogans, not slogans actually but some “disturbing things”, and also banged the door of his room late at night.

We dressed up and gathered at the reception of the Residential Block, I was happy to see a good majority of “Bajrang Dal” joining the party. So, the gang moved towards the ‘Conference Room’, my roommate was the first one to try his luck and move into the hall.

“No! Get out!!” was the voice which was very audible outside the hall as well. Well, we went on discussing some plans outside as how to make our way into the hall. “Nawaab” was very firm and satisfied,”Acchha hai na, ab usse jhelna to nahi padega”(“Its good, we don’t have to bear his lecture now”), he said.

Suddenly, Mr. Khushwaha appeared before us, he was very annoyed which was pretty obvious.

The best part came when he asked me, “Why are you late?”

I don’t know how did I get that thought but I was very prompt to reply, “Ironing problem Sir, there are only three iron boxes and thirty-eight users. And owing to my generous nature I am always the last person to get a chance to iron my clothes. Genuine problem Sir, wish I could find an effective solution soon.” I even pointed towards my wrinkled shirt as a proof for my explanation.

He was awestruck, didn’t know how to react to such a bold reply. So, he tried to escape the situation by asking the same question to “Nawaab”.

Born actor as he is, “Nawaab” complained of a severe headache and fever for the past few days. He went on, “Sir, we want our lives to be transformed and each one of us here is in anticipation of a ‘Total Transformation’ from your side. You’re the only faculty who lives his life by choice and not by chance,” a dialogue so sarcastically put that even the noblest of all would get annoyed.

But he didn’t, instead he felt proud and announced with a lot of confidence, “I know that.”

“You’re Great Sir,” was added by my roommate as a token of appreciation to the “already on cloud nine” faculty.

But he didn’t allow us to enter the class as he had to prove his “greatness” by showing his strict behaviour. He even gave me a lesson that once he had attended his class in rain-wet outfit during his school days and my excuse of ironing problem was a misnomer.

Also, he called in our batch coordinator Mr. Ramanna Reddy to take our names so that we can be identified if we are found guilty on some other occasion as well. We were famous even within the administration now.

So, he left us outside and went on to take the lecture. “Freedom”, was the expression of the moment but we decided to spice up things even a little further. We drafted an apology application.

The script was provided by “Nawaab” and I was the lucky one to draft it on paper. The plan was almost complete as we decided to hand it over to the “Great Man”.

We tried to present the apology letter but all in vain, he rejected it outright without even hearing our case. But “Bajrang Dal” is known for its comradery, “Nawaab” went on and placed the letter on his table in his office.

“Mission accomplished”, we were now sitting in front of the mess having a good chat with each other. Having enough time to spare we headed towards the ‘Computer Lab’, wasted some time there checking our ‘Facebook Accounts’, soon it was the time for first tea break.

All the “successful class attendants” were staring at us like we were “aliens” from outer Universe.

Well, I was expecting this kind of a gesture from the so-called “disciplined fraternity” but when one of our own men spilled tea over my brand new “Van Heusen” shirt, I was really annoyed.

He is a Marwaadi boy, originally from Rajasthan but now living in Chennai. A decent guy, if you go by his looks and talking, but he had that certain satire in his words that conveyed a lot to the listener. I liked his “pause-and-speak” style of speaking with his eyeballs resting towards his upper eyelashes.

I rushed to my room and luckily found it open as the room-service people were performing their duties. I quickly changed my shirt and took an oath not to be anywhere near where tea is being served as this time the brand was even heavier “Wills”. I am not boasting about my dressing style here but the exact thoughts need to be communicated, a thing which is very important.

I reached the class and joined the “elite group” of late comers. We didn’t know as to what task was assigned to the students by the “Great Man”. Well, on our request and some boasting he gave us a story sheet asking us to perform a skit on the same. It was called as ‘The Donna Story’ and it was based on ‘discipline and its importance in life’.

We prepared a beautiful script, with breathtaking dialogues and of course a lot of humour. But alas, the “Great Man” didn’t give us a chance to display our rarely possessed talents.

“Sach kehta hun, agar chance mila hota to uss din bawaal machaa dete”(“If we were given a chance, we would have certainly provided some entertainment”).

The other performers were very good, provided good laughter and it was a thoroughly enjoyed event. The “Great Man” was carefully taking notes of all the performers and I still wonder which dustbin in the campus did those couple of pages land up as we are still waiting to get that feedback.

Lunch was approaching and I was very hungry, certainly not in a mood to do some “meditation” as I had already missed my tea due to the spill-incident earlier.

But as they say, “Your fears are bound to be true”, and the “Great Man” was ready with yet another “invention”. I expected a ten minutes or a maximum of fifteen minutes session, but my God it lasted for forty minutes non-stop. I was so pissed off that I rose, tied my shoe-laces and left the class in disgust without even caring to glance towards the “Great Man”. At last, the “horrible session” ended and the lunch was served.

“Ooh La La..!”, it was a lunch to be remembered and the only thing that came to my mind was to go for an “afternoon nap. But, as the next two sessions were on “Appeals under Income Tax Act” and “Do’s and Don’ts in Practice” respectively, I decided to stay on and luckily so as the next two sessions were going to be the “best technical sessions” that COE had provided to me, if not us.

We were sitting in the class after lunch waiting for the next faculty to arrive.

In came a guy, tall, not handsome by any stretch of imagination, wearing a half sleeved, double-pocket, yellow coloured cotton shirt, jeans and sandals. He was not slim, I would say he was thin, so much as to give a healthy competition to my table tennis champion friend. But he was certainly darker than my buddy.

To be frank, at first we didn’t realize that he was our faculty, but perceptions do change quickly in this world. He started off by describing his dress-code, we were left awestruck listening to his explanation.

He said,”This is my way of protesting against the Institute of Chartered Accountants of India, who do not provide adequate infrastructure for CAs to flourish and just care about dressing sense and blah-blah.”  

He further inquired as to how many of us were second generation CAs or to be CAs. There were a handful of students who raised their hands.

“Ok, I am a third generation CA,” he replied.

It’s really a rare thing in India for a family to have CAs for three consecutive generations as the CA Act itself goes back to year 1949 only.

“And it is the most difficult thing to take-over an existing family practice. Fresh, first generation CAs find it more easy and comfortable to grow as their thought-horizon is much wider than others,” a case really well explained by him.

Well, I have seen many “dare-devil” CAs during my article-ship days who would give a hard time to the Income Tax Authorities, but this person was really a step further. His act of showing the “middle finger” in front of Commissioner of Income Tax trying to ask for a bribe was something that requires guts.

Not only this, the TDS (Tax Deducted at Source) case that he discussed with us with regard to a disputed piece of land is one of my favourites.

My goodness! He challenged the validity of the notice itself when the case went to the Hon’ble High Court of Andhra Pradesh. This is how the top lawyers, the likes of Ramjethmalani and Soli Sorabjee are made. I was really very much impressed by his lecture and it was a great learning experience for me. I tag him as the most influential faculty at the COE who just took everyone by surprise in his allotted three hours.

The long day ended, but only formally, we were called again by the “Great Man” after the sessions were over and we had retired to our rooms. I had already changed and put my clothes for washing when all of a sudden we were asked to report to the conference hall.

“To hell with him!” I said to myself. I was putting on the third new shirt for the day, it was “Raymonds” this time.

Tired and very angry I walked inside the hall. The “Great Man” also arrived in a little while and started referring to the “Donna Case.”

As soon as he spoke the word “Donna”, a couple of voices inside the hall resounded “Madonna,” and I dare say that one of those voices was mine.

“Who said Madonna?” He asked in utter disgust. Finding no claimant he proceeded with his “preachings” and I silently left the classroom alongwith “Nawaab” and others.

We sat for dinner, I was even ready with my plate when all of a sudden my phone rang. It was my “Punjabi friend” from Kanpur, “Bhai aaj to murga khaayenge”(“Bro let’s have chicken today”), sounded the voice from the other side.

He is a very gentle human being with great skills in Table-tennis. Very particular about his hairstyle, he doesn’t care much about the worldly things and does everything with a lot of passion. We got along really well and its a treat to have such a caring friend.

“Haan bilkul Bhai”(“Yes indeed bro”), was my reply.

Well, all the meat-eaters and the ‘meat itself’ were accommodated in my room. I don’t know why, but always Room No. 306 i.e. my room was picked as the place for all the so-called “unholy things.” Nevertheless, we enjoyed the chicken, it was really good.

That night lacked the thrill and excitement that “Bajrang Dal” was so regularly providing to the batch participants. I guess all days are not the same. Thinking of this we slept pretty early that night.

Next morning arrived, we reached the class much before the scheduled time today, call it the “Great Man” effect or our early slumber last night.

The first two sessions were on “Income Tax Procedures” and an elderly faculty was there to take us through.

The sessions were very nice and simple, no jargon and the experienced faculty really gave a good presentation on the topic. He had this amazing memory power to remember the “case citations” itself instead of the names which is really worthy of some appreciation.

My friends prompted my name to give a summarised overview on the topic after the sessions were over. I went on to the stage, talked something here and there, gave a vote of thanks to our faculty and successfully escaped the situation.

The post-lunch sessions were on “Practicing/auditing in other countries” and I was looking forward for a nice lecture on this occasion. Not only because I liked the topic but also for the fact that the faculty arriving was Mr. Manish Muralidhar from Deloitte.

The “same name” thing was really exciting for me and I knew it would be a young faculty as the name ‘Manish’ is pretty new as compared to others.

The man came, perfectly dressed, I would rate him as the best dressed faculty at COE. He was young and had a flamboyant style of speaking. His only physical weakness, no hair on his scalp. He was certainly not completely bald but lacked “the natural gift” to a great extent.

He started off by asking our expectations from the lecture, I made my point by quoting the part, “Practicing in foreign countries.”

The whole lecture went through, he shared a lot of things and I heard and noted everything in anticipation of getting close to my expectation.

But it didn’t come. “Nonsense!”, I said to myself. I was really disappointed and even went and asked him about the unfulfilled expectation. He quietly ignored me and packed his bags to leave.

We were later informed that Mr. Muralidhar had complained against two students for misbehaviour.

“Crap..!” was my reaction, what can we expect of a person who wouldn’t even cover his own allotted topics. I was embarrassed to share my name with such a person.

We were in “dire need” of a “formal session” after all that complaint saga, and so we did with discussions going through whole night, the “Bajrang fire” was rejuvenating again and aftermath were to follow soon. As for “waking up from the dream of the horror show,” I think we all were pretty much out of our “slumbers” now.

Saturday morning and I was already thinking of “The Saturday Night” at the breakfast itself.

We had only two sessions that day which were to be on “Valuation.” Everybody expected a very knowledgeable lecture but it was a complete waste.

In my opinion, even an “Engineer” would be able to provide a better explanation on “Valuation” than what was provided to us by that faculty.

Well, the lecture was over and now it was time to “break-free.”

To be continued……. 



3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. vijay
    Dec 11, 2011 @ 22:59:46

    Too good Manish……….Keep it up……….


  2. Pranav Pareek
    Dec 13, 2011 @ 22:31:59

    captivating…… 😀


  3. Pranav Pareek
    Dec 13, 2011 @ 22:33:05

    inclusion of pics… Nice move…


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