The Mad Meet

The Mad people got invited on a beach for their annual mad meet. There were excited to meet each other , ready to discuss, argue and find a way forward.

They spent thirty five hours one way and forty one on the other, some traveled extreme north to south, doing bharat darshan. From the cold of north to shorts on the beach.  The view from the terrace was amazing but same cannot be said about the food. There were discussions and no point arguments.There were nodding of heads wether in agreement and disagreement no one knows.

The shorter sessions and long breaks, no peace at the peaceful center. The beaches and songs, the carried forward discussions, the team of young with old.

Lets go ahead from one Mad year to the other. 

Ek pagal kavita

Bus yuhi likh dali,
samajhe ne ke liye dimaag na lagaye or line ke beech mein padhe


Door se dekha to laga ghar hai paas aakar dekha to Antharashtriyaa Hawaii adaa tha

Piya humne paani saada diya bill bisleri ka

Na dekhi shakal na aakal sirf dikhi safedi ki chamkar

Jaago pagal log jaago!!!!

Bheeje humne inko khat hazaar phir bhi  rakhi nahi inke laaj,

Humme dhokha diya to diya, ek aadhe piyakad ko bhi nahi choda

Jinko logon ne kaha shaktishali,  unki baana di inhone qwaali

Na aaya paisa na aaye shaan bus aaya to fir safedi ki chamkar

Hum ghoome galli galli inhone kiya bharat bhraman....

Bus kehno ko kuch bacha nahi.... or aap bhi kuch na kahe

Jo haale dil waahan hai waahi haale dil yaahan hai....

Mad House Series XV

Lucky Don with no Luck

Luck plays a major role in life and if you are in Mad House even the luck wouldn't favor you. The hard working , efficent Mr. P is a Don wearing black glasses.

This don is known for his witty comments, how can we forget he even remarked the judge " My pleas is falling on deaf ears"  (refer to Mad House Series III) . He is not god fearing, boss fearing or wife fearing but he is sister fearing.  He fears sisters who don't let him forget what he is drawing his salary for. He fears the sister's connections inside and outside jails. He fears the same connection of the Boss and sister.

No matter how many good deeds he does but unfortunately even the God is favoring his opponent, special connection. So one day early morning boss called him and said I have a good news, Mr. P thinking for sure that it wouldn't be salary hike or praise or the boss read his appreciation in the paper today. The Boss said the good news is there is a new complaint against you. Mr. P had forgot that now he is married and reaches late but other reach on time. From Mr. P to pope P would be easy transition for good habits.

Mr. P had not yet got over the shock that he spent his weekend for a consultation and his opponent a' DJ '  took what was suppose to fall in his lap. He spent on car fuel and Mr. DJ arranged for future car fuel. The fact being that Mr. P is known for sleeping in sessions but this news kept him awake for the rest one and half day.

The story of sadness didn't end here, Mr. P 's complaint was on the same day when the Boss had canceled his foreign trip and the opposite counsel went for a marriage. This couldnt have been more disastrous, the boss  thinking what is more grievous Mr. P running faster than him or he not running at all.

The boss called Mr. P and said Boss now don't sleep and become more capable. Mr. P replied I object My Lord I don't sleep anymore and have become efficient, if you disagree , call up my wife and ask.

Tiger and foxes

Hang people, put them in jail for using facebook. Lets go back to the primitive age, where we would neither have had options nor would have we used it. A person bluntly spoke through out his life you called him a tiger and now you have done a act of not less than foxes. He was known to work for his people, the same people and I mention a girl was picked at night to speak her mind. Not only this accidentally a mob got violent in a hospital, and just for your note a hospital is the same place where these people who were from the land of Tiger were getting treated.

Hang a terrorist because he killed innocent people. But what about those innocent people who have only seen bombings, rape by your army. Well its not worth spending a figures of crores on one person , yes I wish these crores could have been used earlier for the same people and the land this terrorist belonged to. So that next time they wouldn't pick up guns but a pen to write. But whats the point they will write and you will still put them behind the bars.

The Black Clouds and a White Revolution

There were black clouds over a house for some days, it was a tough period for the  people and their seniors. No one knew how they would survive. It was as if someone had robbed them of their life, there was water all around but not a single drop to drink.

All stood united, fought hard, struggled hard. It was a revolution in making, Mad people thought maybe after this we would drop the title of Mad. But does that happen? Is time that powerful to change the thinking, to change what has been happening over years. In this struggle we lost some people, good people. The question again comes what is more important money or Mad people.

They were together through all this, they forgot to celebrate their festivals. They all prayed for the best to happen even the atheist, people fasted, went to temple, mosques, gurudwaras just to learn that its not the work of their God. And what happens after a drought a white revolution.

The MAD House Series XIV

 The not MAD Person and the BOSS

This is a story of a person who was not MAD but wanted to be MAD. On an autumn morning just before the honorable court goes on leave walking towards  it he looked upto the sky and questioned God, " why hasn't you made me MAD". Except a few files in his hand and office he didnt had the madness in his life. Just when he entered the premises of the court he saw a big white car come, all zombies dressed in it sitting, it seemed they were not even breathing. A half of them looking out and the other half wanting to look out. The car was also carrying the BOSS, this person had heard of him alot. He again looked up the sky and asked why not me in the car, but trust those MAD people sitting in the car saying 'Why me in the Car?"


As the doors opened a half of them went left, a half right and some just disappeared behind the car. The two men with white colored hair following the BOSS with carts of bags and files. It seem to be a big day. The BOSS didnt wanted to waste any time of his life and had hence instructed all to go and attend hearings in different rooms, he said he was enough to handle one himself.

That day was a special day for that not MAD person, his matter was right after the BOSS, awestruck by his personality he sat and patiently observed the BOSS arguing. He looked up now towards the white ceiling of the big room and asked God to give him one opportunity to be MAD.  One the other hand the BOSS was handling everything  by himself and the two men with white colored hair were handling bags, they had a perfect understanding , one look from the Boss and they would start digging in the bags till they are sure everything is out, they never knew what he would ask for. Looking at the perfect coordination between the MAD people , the not MAD person was so impressed. He again asked God , what karma has he done?

The files and papers were so much that day that they were toppling out of Boss's hands. The chief in that room asked the Boss , "where are your juniors today Mr. Senior?". The BOSS running out of words and not wanting to disappoint the chief, kept his hand on the person sitting next to him, he said here is my junior. The not MAD person ran out of breathe was it true or was it a dream. Any how the matter got over and the other matters also got over. The not MAD person not wanting to leave this opportunity, took it as a sign from the God.

He ran out of that room taking a passover. Ran, ran and followed the Boss who was almost ready to sit in the white car while the men with white colored hair were loading bags. He said " Sir , I am honored to be your junior". The Boss looked at him from top to bottom and asked " Who are you mister?" . The not MAD person was shocked not believing his ears, he tried reminding the Boss what had just happened in the room upstairs. The Boss said " We are hard working people, passionate about our work, but we don't pay, if you are ready join tomorrow."

The not MAD person not able to digest and before he could say anything the White car left. He looked up at the sky and again said "Am I MAD or you ? "

MAD HOUSE and Saturday

If you want to see happiness come to MAD House on a saturday, when the Boss is away.
If you want to see colors in MAD House, come on a saturday when the boss is away.
If you want to hear laughter, come to MAD House on a saturday, when the Boss is away.
If you want to see no MAD people and some bunking, come to MAD House on a saturday when the Boss is away.
If you want to hear politics outside and inside, come to MAD House on a saturday when the Boss is away.
If you want to breathe, enjoy, party just come to MAD House on a saturday when the Boss is away.
Because here people breathe, party, sleep, laugh and their weekend of freedom starts on a saturday , when........

3 shades of chocolate

We all have rules in life

We all have rules in life,what are these rules and who makes them?  Do we make rules based on our preceptions cultures and experiences?

Some weired rules in life; never party with colleagues, never date your friends ex., I am not going to eat non veg on tuesday-thursday, I will marry a person of the same caste, I will not marry the person of same profession, I want someone who earns more than me and the list goes on.

But how many times do we follow these rules? Do we follow them everyday,once a month or once a year? Sometimes these rules in our life become the seeds of secrets. All of us have secrets.

Have you not even once thought of breaking a rule and entering into the no entry zone, ofcorse all of us have cheated ourself once or twice! But never have we been able to identify that makes us break rules more often than following them. Do we break rules according to our convience. Do we break rules if someone comes or leaves our lives

When rules dominate our lives , we try enforcing on others or atleast influencing others.  Where do they come to us, sometimes nobody gets to know of our rules and they think of us as rigid. Do we change our rules in life or are they are like new year resolutions. 

And when we alter  rules in our life do we pay a price. And the baggage of these rules overburden us.

Do we select area of life where we have these rules.  Maybe rules at work, rules for marriage, rules in a relationship, rules for life. But when we have these rules do we follow our heart. Can you actually go with the flow when you follow rules.

So take out your diaries write down those rules see where they come from and where you would like them to go with you. But the fact is life is too short for rules  and to long for regrets.

The Mad House Series XIII

The Birthday Girl Speech

To my beloved Mad House and its people,

One the occasion of my birthday, I would like to thank you, not only for adding my name to the list of wandering writers but also for making me what I am today. And I take the liberty and to say it on behalf of all the mad people, that no matter how much we crib, dislike but there is a certain madness which keeps us hooked to you.

Dear Mad House, I would first like to Thank you for giving me some great Mad people in life, starting from the Boss whose enthusiasm and energy is an inspiration, great friends who are known world wide for their own specific reasons, like the guardian powerful women , the half drunk Mr.AA and the Indian Tom Cruise. Then how can I forget the support of universal Amma who has links to MHA and ISI at the same time. The crazy, mindblowing team who are great not only for parties but for work as well. Each and everyone of them are great living character of these series. These people and their innocence have made these series a great success which no one except them understand.

My dear Mad House we all have seen the reel social service you have done (thanks to Imran) but how can we forget the real social service you are doing and have done to people like Mr. DJ, Mr. P and the guy whose body was inherited by ghosts, they are really thankful to you. And when the other day when Mr. AA said that everyone working in Mad house is like a person indulging in fishing, now since they don't get time from their busy schedule ,thanks to your working hours and after hours they fix their kaanta here itself and some of them have been successful and having a 'they lived happily ever after'. But how can he forget that person who has benefited the maximum is he himself, being the real fisherman and having various Sushis.

Someone says that people who come to Mad House are half mad and while they stay here they become fully mad. But the truth is that all of us like, infact love this madness. So much that we can't live without it. When we mad people don't like you, we leave you and then we don't like the world, so we shun the world and come back to you. After some time you don't like us and then you throw us out but we still love you so much that now we can't leave you.

Hence my dearest mad house and its people , you have planted seeds of passion in me, you have sculpted my thinking for a rights based approach. I take my every ounce to thank you  for making me truly deeply mad about you. 

Yours Madly,

The Mad Writer 

Adulthood Means Lot of Responsibility

Being an adult doesn't mean you have the brains and driving license,
it means a bag full of responsibilities.

Being adult means wether you like it or not you have to take the responsibility of your life, your house, car, tubelights, taps, boys and girls.

Being an adult doesn't only gives you the license to drink on week days it gives you more situations where you say, 'why did I drink'

Being an adult doesnt only make you lie but you often speak truth to yourself.You have to face truth more often than lies

Being an adult is not only about new cars, jobs, houses but about old friends, parents and pets

Being an adult you have to forgive more and forget less.

Being an adult is being an adult,  you like it or not...
 

Happy Teachers Day

Today 5th of September , we the MAD people would like to wish the inspiration, motivation of MAD House, the BOSS! a very Happy Teacher's Day.

The MAD Poem

There is silence in the early hours
but in the evening its like a legal bar.
Life catches its momentum
when MAD people are around.


All they hope is a cup of tea in the day
and a party in may.

They drink beer and
never fear.

Sometimes they dont sleep
as they might have a leap.


One person is the inspiration
the others are motivation.

Money or no money
they are all funny

All they need is the colour black and white
and some files, flags and a clerks all right.

They think in terms of dates
and have no time for mates.

There are misters and sisters
there are brothers and sisters
there are husband and wife
but in the whole building there is no knife

The Mad House Series XII

This is the story of the QuickGun  MurGun of the MAD House. This Quickgun is a angry young man with a gun , so angry that he made the men with saffron duppatas wear Pink Chaddis .

Mind it the Quickgun has political connections and is politics himself.  He posses all the qualities of a politician and wins all the situations with money and liquor. The Quickgun carries guns and roses, guns for men and roses for women.

Mind It, We are like this only, the political charisma of Quickgun didn't work well in MAD House, now who uses his politics with MAD people? In the eyes of BOSS all are equal, he loves them all and scolds them all. Disheartened Quickgun had to put his guns on rest and had no option but to be Mad himself.


As suited to his temperament Quickgun fought with someone known. The Boss intervened and tried taking matter into control. But the angry young man said ' I will shoot him' .

This took Boss by surprised no one had used such threatening words in MAD House. Surprised boss took two steps back and asked how does he plan to do that , Quickgun looked down towards his pocket  and said my name is Quickgun Murgun. 

 The Boss backed out  without saying a word and went to the the guardian most powerful women and half drunk Mr. AA and asked " Boss you should have told me before that he has a gun, I kept scolding him"

Now the neighbors looked at each other, one powerful and other half drunk, they thought wasn't the name not enough to suggest .

The MAD House Series XI

The story of the dust in bins

Like all the MAD people even the things in MAD House are of great importance. Like files, which are piled and hold stories, flags which all will have somewhere in their drawers but will still ask others. Pens which have become expensive and the every morning search for bands and gowns.  This is a story of dust bins, the new attraction of MAD House and the story behind them.

Miss is an old deligient worker of Mad House. She is one with information on whats going in and whats going on. There are days when the boss cannot survive without her as she connects him to the world and there are days when the boss disconnectes her from the world.

On one such black and white morning of  MAD House, the boss thought of adding colours to the MAD House, after all there are no colours in life if you work 365 days in MAD House . The Boss asked Miss why are there no colours around? Miss thought of not answering what could she say, she continued with her regular morning work. She thought he will forget, who thinks of colours on a busy morning, but the boss was giving it a serious thought like a new petition before the chief justice. But they are things which the Boss never forgets.  So he came out from the washroom and repeated himself " can't you see there is not even one colourful thing around in this MAD House. Isnt this your duty?"  The surprised Miss  looked around was part of her duty included of keeping a check whats in and outside a bathroom. She promised not to spoil anyone's morning and hence kept quiet. But then  the boss said " Before I come back , get new colourful dustbins, atleast those would add colours".  When all this was happening Mr. A A was sitting in one conor trying to hide from the Boss, he was hiding not because he was scared of the boss but because he was hungover on a working day.

Once the Boss left everyone breathe at ease and Mr. AA almost smelling of German beer said " finally Miss you have a mission for the day". His statement got him stares from all the people around him. The moment boss left Miss finally got into action catching her breathe running from pillar to post getting amount sanctioned for beautification of MAD House. Miss along with her friend left for the market she had to complete all this before the BOSS returns. Now no one in this country knows how the justice system works, sometimes urgent matters takes days to come and other time the judges only dont come. Like Miss AR said there is only one f* word for judiciary "frustrating". 

The shop keepers had not even opened their shops for the day when the two ladies arrived. The ladies ordered dustbins, fashionable, colorful dustbins . The shopkeeper thought to himself maybe the garbage picker has not come yet hence the urgency. First he showed them simple white dustbins but both ladies shouted at him in sync "no we want colourful and different dustbins"  This resulted the shopkeeper showing them most fashionable and funky dustbins which are colourful . Hence he showed them the brightest dustbins the ones whose colors can definitely get noticed. The two ladies bought dustbins for every corner of MAD House, resulting in all people getting dustbins. That was a great day for all the people of Mad House were given dustbins. Even the washrooms had bright red dustbin and shinning new mirror. The two ladies spent to their hearts content on dustbins.

When the BOSS returned to office he was very pleased with the effort of Miss . He even patted her and complimented her for doing an excellent job. Miss was so pleased that finally her day was made. Meanwhile Mr. AA also returned still half drunk he said looking at these dustbins and said that the dustbins remind him of the various European countries and its affliation with the dustbins. All Mad people laughed at this, they had understood what witty Mr. AA meant.

Few minutes later Miss B arrived and called for Miss, she got up from her seat, adjusted her duppata properly, wore her best smile and checked herself in the new mirror and then heading towards the cabin. All of us were sure she would be appreciated for the dustbins.

But just like the waether of this city and the Boss's mood both are unpredictable. Truly no one can predict what can happen the next second. And now Miss returned with a sad face, we all knew something had happened. And then just like the boss doesn't forgets anything he even tends to forget that minutes before he had praised you. Miss was so upset that she thought of leaving, after all do you appreciate some one like this for their work. All of us were scared but tried consoling her. Some offered her tea, some chocolates and others soothing words but then half drunk Mr. AA said what no one expected, he said " if you want to leave don't worry, I will type the resignation for you." Hence this added spark to the fire and surely one new dustbin, on its first day was filled with tissues of tears.

You, Me and Elvis Presley - Part I

   

Best pic of lovers in rain, though this story is based in Cal

This sunday when i woke, i started scribbling something. I read lot of fiction books and here comes my fictional story.

Its raining cats and dogs and I am wearing my red heels with my black dress, holding my umbrella. I can see a guy just standing two feet away staring at me, he is not any usual american, you get to know, he has dark hair, probably he is an asian and then giving a stare back thinking that well all Indian men are like this staring at women is a habit. And when I give a second stare I realise its a familiar face. Here in rain, in America, in Cal an Indian. You finally smile, you have recognized me and you start walking towards me. Whenever any such situation comes in my life, I turn filmi and I recall the hindi filmi dialogue “ well this had to happen , after all we are meeting”. You were there infornt of me, years had passed that smile was same You walked in the same style with that smile and i mange to smile back. All Indians help other Indians in an unknown country. So i asked how are you, what are you doing here? I didnt wanted to say its a pleasant surprise. Because it was no more a plesant surprise seeing you when i least expect. And I am no more that single girl who could say that. And then we have met again and again in different countries in similar situations. You raised your hands in excitement to hug me, I hesitate but then I hug you back a small one. Last time I has hugged you when you outside Russell Square Tube Station, you were so surprised, you took a step back.  And in Delhi I was so taken a back that I almost didnt react when you hugged me at the Thai restaurant.
But its a common situation when you see a known face in an unknown country.The rain was getting heavy and you were still smiling, I invite you for a coffee because we Indians believe in hospiatality. You are still smiling and you dont have words, by mistake my red heels step on your blue shoes and instead of saying something you start singing Elvis: “Don't step on my blue suede shoes”. Very funny, you know when to add humour . I can see you are still checking me out, My heels , my bag, my dress , my umbrella. But this is still better because in India I have caught you staring at wrong places. Remembering this I smile and this brings back all the memories of you, over the years we have shared, in different countries.

We walk to the coffee shop down the road, i try sharing my umbrella with you and you are still smiling rubbing your nose with the sleeves of your shirt, you did the same thing in London when it was freezing cold and you had a running nose, you didnt had a tissue and you wiped your nose with your overcoat. I am smiling thinking why again we meet, or yet again we meet, this story has lot of twists and turns but then suddenly I look at the sparkling diamond on my finger. And the smile turns down, whats happening i think to myself but i have certain ethics, i would have never turned down any Indian in this foreign land and after all i know you. It brings back the memories of the night in Delhi and the promise I made to myself to not meet you again in my life. But this story sure has something because this is the zillionth time I am meeting you, after regretting 9 out of 10 times. Anyway now that I have invited you for coffee I can ask you whats happening in your life and what brings you to Cal.

I keep my umbrella at the enterance of the coffee shop, walking in my red heels on the slippery floor and suddenly I slip, Thank God you were walking behind me and you caught my hand. This time we are not intentionally holding hands, the our story is making us hold hands. In Delhi we got drunk just to act drunkards to hold hands . You pull a chair for me and ask me to sit, still holding my hand, you have held it so tight that the diamond on my finger is hurting, reminding me some thing. I sit and try releasing my hand. I think we have grown over the years because now the feeling of you holding my hand is not the same. You come and sit across the table and to end the formal air between us I cant stop myself and ask you... Itni Tameez kahan se aagaye (Where did you get these manners from). You smile and reply I was always like this , you never took me seriously. I look away pretending to call the girl behind the counter. And i think to myself if you were always like this then why did i not ever see the good side of you. Forget it I smile realizing to myself though I knew you were like this i had accepted it and it was fine with me. The coffe shop's CD player is playing Elvis again: Don't Be Cruel. I smile Elvis , you and me, we have a strong connection.

You place the order for two Capcuinno, and one blue berry muffin. I look upto you and think to myself are you thinking of sharing the muffin like before. I sweetly smile and ask for a chocolate one. You remembered even after years that we ate blueberry muffin. Do you remember the first time we met in that flight from Mumbai to Delhi, Oh God that same smile of yours and I offered you my half eaten muffin and you accepted. We were strangers then. But even that time there was something between us. But again you did exactly what I expected smile and shrugged your shoulder , I knew you wanted to say the usual lines, do whatever you feel like or your wish. SO i finally ask you “ What brings you to Cal” and ofcorse I am not expecting the answer 'you' but for the first time when you gave that 'our' look in my eyes as if saying 'you', you smiled and said holiday.For the first time I didnt have any questions for you, unlike in London I showered you so many questions within 10 minutes after we met, that you were so taken a back. That time I went a little overboard went on to ask everything which I shouldn't have but that time we were kids, mean young and and I was a girl some what in Love with you wanting to know about whats going on in your life and is there a girl in your life. Our coffee arrived and we had our muffins seperately, gone those timings when we use to share taxis,muffins, beer and room.

When last time I met you in Delhi I was quiet, i had grown over the pain and accepted the way you are. This time you were different, you were quiet, you just kept staring me I dont know what you wanted to say and when I raised my eyebrows making an expression , you looked under the table. I was sitting with my legs wide open, i quickly bought my legs together, its you and I dont have to be formal, but thankfully you were looking at my heels and then you asked me “heels!”, how do you walk? I know what you meant, I never wore heels in Delhi except when I went out partying with you, I wanted to look taller and then also a reason for me to fall here and there or hold your hands. I replied saying This is Cal....

I finally asked you what are you doing here and you without hesitiation replied 'a girl' , now this came as a shock to me, i could feel my cheeks and ears turning red in jealousy and I knew even my face showed it. Even after years when I have nothing why am i feeling this jealeousy and at the same moment I had a sip from my coffee and when I bought the cup to my lips i could see my fingers on the cup and on that one finger that diamond ring. This ring bought me back and I thought how does it matter to me.

The MAD House Series X

The  MAD letter

Dear Boss,

I am writing this note in the same way Arvind Aga wrote White Tiger. I have found this new courage to write a note after all the support I have recieved from the MAD people who have liked these notes.Now  that they have liked these notes so much that I thought of making a blog , just to let you know that the blog is of the same name as the notes.

Also I would like to bring to your notice that this MAD House doesn't have a wider audience, it has an audience of a few MAD people who understand these MAD situations and you. Otherwise it wont make sense to a lay man. Now who would understand better than us that we should forget our victories and remember our failures. Even if we want to forget our failures, you wont let us. 

My dear Boss this MAD house is just a small gateway to the pressure we feel everyday at work. Not forgetting your anger which is like a pressure cooker. Why a pressure cooker because after two three whistles it becomes silent.

Now that we don't have access to facebook, we only have these series which distracts us , makes us laugh and then we come back to reality. Dear Boss we have given you the credit in all the series and they are incomplete without you.

Dear Sir I would like to draw your attention towards these MAD people, who are these MAD people they are none other than those who you see day in and day out. These MAD people don't have money but they have passion. Let me also not forget to tell you that for most of us you are an inspiration. The way you work non stop without having revital, we try putting half the effort with Liv 52 . No we are not drunkards its just we try releasing our pressure by drinking.

Respected Sir I would like to draw your attention towards these MAD Situations, now these MAD situations are not created in the writer's mind. Sir they are things happening in our environment daily. Now who would have thought that Mr. P's diary entry would leak , or the poor counsel who spent his summer in heat but honestly sir the Donkey situation and the Friday 13th are true. Now if the writer wouldn't have written who would have got to know that the ghosts were visiting Delhi, they kept blaming the communal tension.

Bossji, this is to bring to your notice that these MAD people have the courage to challenge Chidambram, but none of us have the courage to bell the cat. Even when  you ask a general question the only answer  we have learned to give is     " yes, yes". Now the other day when you asked Mr. R " Are you Mad?", even though he was not at fault he replied "yes, yes". And when you asked again he replied " Sorry sir, but this is true" . Now you see what I mean.

Hence this is a humble petition by the We , the people of MAD House, to let the madness continue  and our support to Freedom of Speech and Expression.

Mad House Series IX

A compilation of short stories:

Mad House is made of three things 1. The Boss 2. The MAD people and 3. The Mad Situations

If anyone wants to experience unity in diversity one should visit the MAD House is the place recommended to visit in summers. One can see its not only a melting pot of cultures but also it ressembles Indira Gandhi International Airport. 

One can easily be mistaken where one has landed because I mostly find people of my colour. This is the time the Indian Chineese restraunt down the road makes maximum business. And summer of 2012 is even special we have a rapper in the MAD House who is rapping everything except work. No matter how the days go but the nights are compartively cooler with number of parties not in MAD House but outside but these are coordinated using MAD House resources. 

Mr. T is an efficent advocate, works hard day and night and he works even when he is sick. But one day after a good hearing he left early to catch up on his sleep. It wasnt his fault but he thought rather than sleeping on his table under the Boss nose he goes home and takes rest. He left for home and his phone battery also died. When he woke up in the morning he recieved a message to call the BOSS. But since it was from the previous day he ignored because since its a day old it wouldnt be that urgent. He got ready and reached office before time. Somewhere his heart was pumping hard and as he got to his floor he looked left, he looked right with no one in sight he took a breath of relief. And the moment he sat on his seat he heard the Boss's voice, who was there even before him, as if waiting for him to come so that he can release all that he wanted to say the previous day. The matter which was a day old for Mr.T was not old for the BOSS and early morning he got to hear how efficent and inefficent he was. in the end the BOSS said to him" you see me when you come in the morning and show me your face when you leave in the evening'. The confused Mr.T had no option and followed the orders delligently. Weeks passed and months passed and the order became old but what remain was showing off the face and this time it was not directly to the BOSS,because our efficent and capable Mr. T hanged the Boss' s photo right behind his seat so he actually sees him when he comes and when he leaves.

This is a story of Mr.AA who works for the rights of everyone, is not gender biased, works for freedom of speech and expression and also right to self determination. He said this MAD House is a good compilation and should be documented. He loves praising people and hates annoying them . So the writer said that if you like it so much why didnt you click the  like button or write a comment, he says all the people who read don't have the courage to click the Like button. And they play safe, which I dont agree like true as in ofcourse play safe but no harm in liking it. This is hypocrisy so to all the people of MAD House this is just for fun and for our future generations to remember and to take break from the MAD ness and love it. 

Special thanks to our Indian Tom Cruzzz who let me get away from the madness and lend me his Vodafone net connect to write this, since Facebook is blocked in MAD hOUSE.

The MAD House Series VIII

MAD House and Friday the 13th

In the city of Honorable Courts it was Friday the 13th, the day people usually avoid roads and relatives because of myth of road accidents and fights. It was windy , not to cold not to hot and as noted by a British Lady that when the weather is such the people are usually irritated.

Down the road from the courts is a place called MAD House, not only by name but also by its activities its MAD and not  to forget its people. Usually on Fridays the atmosphere is relaxed at MAD House and especially when the BOSS is away for the weekend. But this was an unusual Friday.

A friday when the city of Honorable courts was visited by the spirits of hell. Some people say that it was a spooky friday and they saw two witches flying from the courts towards the Lodhi garden and in between falls the MAD House. But that day the witches didn't reach Lodhi Garden they stopped over MAD House. They had earthly desires so they possessed the body of two fair women at MAD House. And as rightly said that where there are two women there is always a gossip between them,  then how can this not be true for witches. The two fair women were carrying out their daily work when a gossip started and it ended in them fighting like witches. They didn't wanted to but it was the witches which were making them have fight of words. The bystanders were enjoying, where on Earth have men not enjoyed when two women have fought.

These bystanders made fun and added fuel to fire. The same afternoon a  senior ghost who was also wandering around could feel the presence of witches in MAD House came visiting by. But he needed to gain entry in the MAD house hence he possessed the body of a grey hair man who came from the court. Now this senior man speaks less and only what is required. But that day he spoke and that to on top of his voice, all the bystanders were surprised and shocked. And some did the same work of adding fuel to fire. Soon there was silence, but this was silence before the storm and those bystanders who were enjoying the fun of all this were not aware that the whole gang of spirits in search of their missing members had come to MAD House. Now it was not MAD House it was the Ghost House.

The two young ghosts who wanted to have some fun before they all leave for a stroll in Lodhi Garden entered  the body of a small bystander and a tall bystander. The two bystanders first laughed and with in no time fought , there were also joined by not so old witch. By now the MAD House had turned into the play ground for ghosts and like kids all were fighting. The tall bystander ghost punched the small bystander ghost. This  took all by surprise , no one had so much energy before in MAD House, this was an exceptional Friday. The punch was so strong that the boss could feel the tremors in the plane in which he was flying . The small young ghost was shocked and  had his hand on his face where he had received the punch. To stop the fight the guardian most powerful women came and first thing she asked was to check wether he has  lost his tooth or not. If tooth would have been lost it would have amounted to a crime of serious nature.  All the other ghosts started hailing that this was a grievous crime.

It was getting late and the gang of spirits had to return they thoroughly enjoyed themselves but left the peaceful people of MAD House in shock and awe. Till date no one in MAD House has forgotten Friday the 13th.

The MAD House Series VII

Live Reporting from MAD House

Breaking News: The BOSS's flight landed sharp at 11:20 am and flying over all traffic he has made to office in dot 45 minutes.  I the reporter is happy to report that I made it 2 minutes before the BOSS.

The happy smiles of 15 days have turned into frowns on foreheads. All are sitting ready at their table with pens and paper ready, as any moment they can be called.  The third floor people all dressed in formals for a saturday were the first one to meet.The assistant was ready with the bundle of mails printed before any questions start pouring, but to her dismay , when she was ready with mails she was asked about SMSs.

Ms. Breety  has already touched her work out target by walking to each desk over 15 times. Others have boarded their trains and flights from different parts of country and are on their way. Lunch time has been postponed to dinner.

We will be back with more updates.

The Mad House Series VI

Dear Diary,

Now that my wedding is two days old I still cant believe it has happened. Or these mad house people made it happen from the scratch from finding me a perfect  partner to being the perfet wedding crashers.

Just 15 days ago I informed all about my wedding an in such a short notice they were perfect guests. I am astonished at the level of  participation of the people of MAD House. Like the tradition I forwarded a mail to the common mailing list and as a formality gave them one card which is still hung on the notice board of the boss and the date of my wedding encircled like any of his other meetings. The card given in formality saw 90% presentation at the wedding as if there were orders passed by the boss for a full attendance of the staff for one of his meetings.

My family in consultations with all the planets decided a date of the wedding  and fortunately it was a weekend.  Least did I knew that this meant that they can finish all their work enjoy the wedding and then get back to work. I had perfectly planned to take a weeks break which is unusal at Mad House. As I remember one of my colleague who went for his wedding was asked by the Boss " How many marriages will you do in a month." On the other hand even  the judge in  didn’t wanted me to enjoy my own wedding and for that one order he had to pass he took almost a month. Two days before the judge tells me he has a wedding gift for me which he will give me after the wedding. And thank God he passed a remarkable judgment and if it was just one day before even Jacob would have attended the wedding.

But one thing I shall tell you that I am completely astonished with the dedication and since efforts of the MAD House, I think they have learned all this from the crazy meetings they keep organizing through out the year. And no matter how late  they reach for these meetings , they reached on time for my wedding. 

My family tells me that when the cars reached the teams were instantly divided. Few were assigned for food, others for bride and the rest for arranging booze which I had kept out of the wedding. But how could I forget that when meetings don’t go without booze how could a marriage would have taken place.

The moment I stepped out of my car all I could hear was the voices of MAD House people for a second thought maybe my driver has reached the wrong venue. If I knew these people were so hardworking I would have arranged my wedding in the basement.

It seemed to me these people were more prepared for my wedding than I myself was. Everyone had taken up a task and some were doing multi tasking. All of them danced in joy when I was entering the venue. The roles had completely reversed though I hired a professional photographer the BOSS captured the entire wedding on his latest gizmo. The tea guy read out the mantras, there were two DJ’s and all of them  were perfect dancers .

If I knew these people were coming I would have arranged packed dinner boxes for them. But all of them thoroughly enjoyed f the food and tried each and every item I had selected. Knowing about the capacity of these people, deep below my breadth I was praying that we don’t run short of food.

Just as I entered the venue all of them surrounded me taking full responsibility as if a fresh case has been filed. Nervous me had some relief when I heard their silly jokes around me. Not even far could I hear any of my relative. Before my family or the pandit asked to get the bride all of them in a hurry  got the bride. Well then I knew the reason behind this was that impatient BOSS who thought that the programme was running behind schedule.

The brides family though tried hard to be around her but these MAD House people had changed sides, from being invited from my side they joined the opposite team . I tell you these lawyers can never be trusted you never know which side they can represent.

Anyway within seconds I was married according to the Hindu Law as garlands were exchanged. They all shouted as if they had won a case or maybe got new funding.

Even before my parents and her parents could come to stage and congratulate . my entire family with their jaws opened saw a big gang on the stage posing for picture. 10-20-30 all of them on stage perfectly around the bride and groom for a perfect MAD House picture. For once the camera man even warned us that it was difficult to fit them all in one frame but some how he managed or he had a competition from the latest gizmo of the BOSS.

Within minutes they did what they were perfect at quickly thronged the dinner table and ate with a caution from the boss to carry the rest in their hands. Hence in another half an hour all of them left. But honestly they rocked my wedding.

The MAD House Series- V

Words are powerful, words are deceptive.

All of us at MAD House agree on one thing that the BOSS is an influential speaker.  Some people are born with the talent of influencing people with their words and when they combine their talent and profession,  a 'lawyer' is born. Lawyers have to be heard wether in court or outside. Infact Mr. AA is one such victim, he hails from a small town where he heard the BOSS and he then and there decided to be with this man no matter what. It is the persona of the BOSS that when he speaks young people jump into the battle ( which battle and what is this battle all of us are trying to find out)

One such influenced young counsel who was mesmerized with the words of BOSS, left all in his small town and moved to this big city. He was ready to  give his life for MAD House.  In the scorching summer heat when MAD House was expanding. The   BOSS wanted people of MAD House to move out of his shadow. So he asked the young  counsel to move to a new building, which was only new in name. 

He calls the young counsel one evening, who was sitting just 15 steps away from his cabin. And tell him "I don't need you here anymore". The frightened young counsel not understanding what the boss meant said "Pardon Sir" with a confused look. The Boss said " Moved to the new building, now you can work independently" . The young counsel catching his breath, thanking God that he has only been asked to move to a new building and not to resign. The young counsel honestly said "I have a submission Sir! ". The Boss looked amazed was there a petition coming up, less interested noded his head. The young counsel said  "There is no AC in the new building ". The Boss not believing that out of all the important issues on this Earth he gets to hear about an Air conditioner.  The Boss replied " I have a submission too". The young counsel feeling proud of his newly found courage and speaking skills, nod his head too and the Boss continued " You are a fool ", "Please resign". The shocked young counsel not expecting this ran out of words. All he could do was nod wether in agreement or disagreement, even he didn't knew.

In true sense a battle of words  was won and the summer was lost in the heat.

The MAD House Series IV

The New Year Resolutions in MAD House

The Credit Crunch has affected the World, so it has affected MAD House too. Hence the BOSS came out with the New Year Resolution, " Cut on Expenditure and Sue More"

The worst affected in the MAD House are the toilets, printers, kitchen , coffee machine, telephones and others. The basic common sense and Maths says to cut the cost one has to see where is the expenditure, but because it was a NEW Year Resolution it was implemented from the first working day.

When the people came to MAD House in their first  week in New Year they discovered that the telephones no more rang, the printers had no paper , the kitchen had no dish washing soap, the coffee machine only gave hot water and the unexpected the toilet had no tissue roll.

And also came in new rules: one pen in three months, sign a requisition when you need a pencil, no need to flag the pages, no need for notes and the latest to use one sided paper please clean your cupboards. Also in addition give up bad habits of drinking tea, coffee. No need for emergency calls, be a good son / daughter/wife/husband meaning come to MAD house in the morning and leave from MAD House make sure you don't travel the city.

Not technology but common sense has hit MAD House:  replace people with machines, give money to those not in need.

Well you have surely heard about waters wars in  future but one can see paper wars happening in MAD House.

The MAD House Series III

Mr. P wears sunglasses and has an excellent criminal mind, when Mr. P argues the judges in democracy are awestruck. Having the guts to tell the judge  " that my prayers are falling on deaf ears" took the judge back, that in self realization he passed a good judgment. 

Mr. P also has the habit of dozing of irrespective of the size of the room and the number of people in that room. Wether its a big meeting or a face to face interaction Mr. P happily gets lost in his dream world. One doesn't realize that Mr. P is sleeping unless you can hear the snores. But with attentive ears Mr. P can raise a question and argue in middle of any conversation.

The Boss with his witty comments use to always say  " Boss be attentive!" , "Boss you are sleeping!", " Boss how can you sleep? " .  And tired with the leg pulling from his colleagues Mr. P use to often defend himself.

On one such fine day in the Boss's cabin, when an important discussion was going on ,  Mr. P dozed off , the Boss again repeated himself " Boss you are sleeping". Realizing what had just happened Mr. P answered " With Whom Sir?" 

Not believing what his ears had heard the Boss walked out of his cabin and Mr. P followed. He went out of the MAD House lighted a cigarette and patted himself. End of discussion.

MAD House Series II

So there various meetings which happen in this MAD house and these are Big Prestigious Meetings.

Every thing in these meetings matter from food, venue, accommodation, bags, books and others. 

This is an incident of one such meetings, which even makes us laugh today. No booze party goes without discussing this incident, this can make us laugh even at the most gloomiest hour.

It happened on a Wednesday morning, when the Big Prestigious Meeting was two days away. The Publication department was asked to display all the books and posters of the organisation. And also to make the best of the event by selling them at 50% discount. To be honest these books are voluminous and full of information (some day I will write about the reality of these books).

The proud sole worker in this department Mr. D went bag searching in this city. He was clear to get a sophisticated bags at the lowest price. After spending one full day on the roads of Delhi, he found the bag and brought them to show it to the BOSS.

Very proud of his discovery and his intelligence to get bags at such cheap rates. He arrived early in the office, half an hour before time, kept his bag on the ground floor, took out his discovery and walked two floors above. After waiting 5 minutes outside Boss's cabin, as mornings are usually busy and everyone is running from one end to the other. After all the lawyers D' ji got his chance to meet the Boss. Proudly he showed the Bag to the Boss and said " Rs 5 per bag" and then smiled, his eyes and ears waiting for a response.

The Boss looked down to a black and white cloth bag kept at his table , he then looked up saw D' ji smiling , he again looked down and by now D' ji  had sensed whats coming. Before he could pick up the bag and leave. The Boss at his best shouted " I have all Donkey's in my office, there is not even one single work which can be done without me. This is what you will give it to the prestigious people coming to the meeting"

D' ji with his heart in his hand and disappointed picked up the bag and came two floors down and started walking towards the road, without realising that some one was following him.

The Boss followed D' ji and came outside the office , D'ji not in his sight he asked the guard " Where is that Donkey" the guard faithfully replied "Which Donkey Sir". Hence proved that the guard thinks all the people working in the MAD House are Donkeys.

It all ended with cloth bags getting printed in two days and by then the BOSS had forgotten and life went on in MAD House with Donkeys.

The MAD House

Have you heard about Chromotherapy, its like colours and sun light. And it is believed that drinking water from a green colour bottle is good for health.

Since ages I saw this green bottle in my Boss's cabin, he always drank water from this green bottle. It might have earlier been a an expensive wine bottle. Nobody touched that bottle only he drank from it. But when he was away on his last trip, the bottle disappeared, no body knows what happened to the bottle. As a result when he returned furious to know his bottle missing he started locking up his cabin, which was earlier open to all as gesture 'my office doors are always open to everyone , rich , poor, Indian, Foreigners'

So one of his juniors got him a green wine bottle. To be noted the wine was drank by office staff on the occasion of Christmas. Seeing a sticker of 'SULA',   it was consider shameful  by the office cleaner. Our cleaner cannot read and write but its common sense that anyone can make out whats written on a bottle! The duty of the office cleaner is to clean the bottle everyday and fill fresh water and place right at the spot in the Boss's cabin where sunlight falls.

So on that day when the new bottle arrived, he tried best cleaning it to remove the SULA sticker and the harder he held it the bottle went flying and broke into tiny pieces. He almost had an heart attack, because he had broken The Boss's Bottle. The poor guy went out in the cold to the Kabari wala and actually purchased an empty  Branded Vodka Bottle for Rs. 4/ . completely unaware of the significance of the green bottle. He bought a branded bottle and showed it to the entire office staff, thinking he will earn the praise of the Boss that he bought him an expensive Branded Vodka Bottle. The cleaner thought that it was Boss's passion to drink water from expensive English Bottles.

And we all laughed to it. Boss had to wait for another weekend when his juniors would go out drinking and  I am happy to report that on Monday morning a green Sula Bottle with Red Cap was kept beside his table right at the spot where sunlight falls.

This is Me

This is Me.....

I love my messy room
I run after buses and metro
I re-use foil paper
I make notes on one sided paper, recycle paper
I give and take back exact change to the auto driver
I love eating anything which has lot of vegetables, I cant digest a Pizza
I buy the same brands which I have used , dont like experimenting
I love to read romantic novels, fiction and have never read Harry Potter
I love to carry big bags, fetish for Bags, my to buy list includes Da  Milano Bags
I collect paper bags
I wear big black glares
I never buy pens and love writing with a pencil
I love surprise gifts only and not surprises
I love Pani purri
I never buy red colour note book, because I failed a maths exam when I used a RED colour exam board, my mother says red is a color of STOP
I like reading Blogs and wish to start a series on my Blog
I cook occassionaly
I  enjoy gyming
I like to dress; wear nice clothes, nice shoes, carry nice bags and wear my solitaires and diamonds
I like pedicured, clean , neat feet, i hate dirty cracked feet
I hate guys who wear accessories
I prefer diamonds
I adore people who smell good
I love traveling alone
I can spend the entire Sunday reading newspapers
I prefer traveling by Public Transport, you get to observe so many people

Trying new cuisines
 I love winters but Enjoy Summer Heat of Delhi; so much to do

Friendship Redefined

There are lot of things which life teaches you. Today at 8 in the evening when I am writing this post, a good friend of mine is getting married. Being in the same town I am not at her wedding.

How life changes, 23 years being together, last seven years only discussing with this day, every time I went out with her and her boyfriend.  We discussed list of guests,  wedding functions, songs we will dance and this and that.

Unfortunately now its all over, we have grown up and things have changed. 

I am sure there are lot of people like me who have been betrayed by those who we call friends or Best Friends.

Its just we have grown, matured and now we make friends convenience based. When you are in school, you make friends of your type, because you have grown together and you learn together. When you are in college you accept different people as your friends because you get to learn from them and at work place you have friends who match your intellect. By the time you reach here your friends from school are at different level all together.

Any way this is life a lot of learning. 

Welcome 2012

So here it is 2012, well the year came up with surprises and new definition of life.

Embrace the change as they say, 11 days into this new year I have not been able to pull myself out of rut. The work load has increased or rather I have started loving to spend more time at my work.

All of us look for change in life and we look at special dates to bring about these changes. Like New Year, Birthdays, Anniversaries but do we really follow the changes we promise ourselves?

I made a long list of resolutions for this year, but to be honest I am not even following one. The more I think about them the more reasons I have to run away from them.


Some words to describe how the year has been so far:
 I just lost a friendship 22 years old,
 I just heard from a friend in another continent battling life,
My bags with best of clothes were given to charity
I just lost a house
My initiative , my work ranked as No. 1
I drafted a petition
The case I worked got good orders

Well the year has began on both positive and negative note. I dont know where life will ahead this year.