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Emotional Cocktails!! ;)

I call this the “Emotional Cocktail”…what do you call it?
Have you ever been happy and sad at the same time? Ever been emotionally excited? What do you do then? How do you handle the unusual situation?
This happens to me all the time…and here are some of the instances that happened off-late:

 

Episode #1: Pirated Parody

Well it was my first attempt at writing a parody and when I was done with “Muthu can’t code saala“, I was one satisfied guy. Right on the same day, I posted it here and 2-3 days later I posted it on my internal corporate blog. I was glad to see that my regular readers and a few strangers were impressed with the outcome. The response on my internal blog was, as usual awesome. I was happy with what was happening with my first parody. The following week, I got a forward with subject line as “Pappu can’t code saala”…It was sent to me by a fellow blogger with the matter, “Dude, you are becoming famous….”…the only change in the forward compared to my parody was the renaming of “Muthu” back to “Pappu”…And on reading it, I got to know that it was copied from here (there were minute differences in the versions here and in the internal one)…I was now elated to see that someone liked it so much that they copied it to pass it on to their friends. It was ok with me. So far.
But later that week, as I googled “Pappu can’t code saala”….I was amazed to see 6-7 external blogs that had posted this parody, some posted it as a forward (I was fine with it!!) but 2-3 of them posted it as their creation (now this was not acceptable guys) and the rest just posted it, cos they liked it. On commenting in each blog that posted it, 2-3 of them gave me the credits…2 of them accepted it and said they posted it as a forward, one didn’t respond as well as unapproved my comment and one even asked me for proof that I wrote it. I had not realized that someone would involve in piracy of a parody!!! Phew…
It was indeed an emotional shake cos I was happy at being emulated in one way and very frustrated in another way…

 

Episode #2: Girl on the bus

Last weekend as I was going home to Bangalore I boarded the white electronic board wala AC bus in front of my Chennai house. As I looked around for a seat, I managed to find 2 seats one behind the other empty. As you might know, we have a 2+2 arrangement of seats on our buses, the window seats in both the rows were occupied by girls. Given a choice I would have preferred to sit in the front seat…reasons being two…one the seat was closer to the middle exit door…and two, this gal was prettier!! But instead I opted to go and occupy the seat behind, don’t ask me why.
As I went towards that seat, the gal there suddenly kept the bag she had on her lap bang on the till-then empty seat. Now what could I do when destiny preferred to make a choice on my behalf. So I asked the pretty gal in the front row if I could occupy the seat next to her…she replied with a smile. The optimistic in me took it for an approval and I parked myself next to her. 😛
In my mind, there was this sadness at being shunned by a gal in one case and thrill at being approved by the one I anyways had preferred…an emotional cocktail.

 

Episode #3: Promotional pain

Mid year promotion list was out…My classmate (and a good friend) who had joined my company on the same day as mine, had made it to the next level…but I was still at the same (not that I had expected, but when he got it…I wondered why I didn’t)…So there was I, happy for my dear friend…and sad for myself…
The recent promotion list was out…I made it to the next level (I was more than elated, as I didn’t expect due to loads of peer competition in my domain) but both my roommates (who joined same day as me) who had expected remained at the same level….As I went home that evening, I could not be happy for me….not could I be sad for them…
Both the times, the juices in the mind were emotionally cocktailed.

 

Episode #4: Those could have been mine…

Well…I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when this happened. One noon as I sat in my bay playing with the codes, I got a mail from my classmate. Let me refer to her as Q. This was an unusual mail, as the last time that Q had mailed me was over a year ago inviting me to her marriage (which I did attend). The subject line read “Happy News”, so I opened the mail with all curiosity to find that my beloved classmate Q was now a mother of cute little twin daughters. I was excited and immediately replied a “double congratulatory” mail with a pathetic one-liner “one for each of you”. Period.
Two days later, I got a call, close to mid-night. It was from London, another classmate (who is a very good and close friend) of mine. Let me call him X. It was just a casual call which he did now, then and whenever he needed free advice. Anyways…when X was done with his side of talking, he asked me what’s all happening here in India…So I told him about Q becoming a mother of twin gals. What he uttered, drowned me in an emotional cocktail. I did know, but didn’t realise (then) that X was all hearts and mind over Q during our teenage days and had somehow managed to escape from the unbearable pain by escaping to London over a year ago, almost exactly at the time that she got married.
He uttered, “those could have been mine…”, to no one in particular. I felt like laughing my guts out but had to silently giggle, while at the same time I felt like I shared his pain…so unbearable.

 

Episode #5: The Human Manager

Over a week ago, I suddenly had an unusual stomach pain right before lunch on a thursday…so I took permission from my manager and left for the day. There was slight fever that night which subsided the next day, but left me weak and with body pain. So around 11am that friday, I dialled my manager’s number to let him know that I would not come in for the day. When I called him and cited the reason, he said “Hey thats ok Sreeram, take care…and do let me know if you need anything at all. I would be glad to help you out. But do take care.”. This coming from a senior person who has about 12-15 years of experience came as a pleasant shocker to me. In pain, I was one happy patient.
It did prepare a different cocktail in mind!! 😀

 

Episode #6: Can’t recognize voice

Now this friend of mine usually calls me on my cell from her cell. Let’s call her Z. I happily pick up and say, “Hellllllllllloooooo Z…blah blah…..”
Since she works in my company, she also calls me sometimes on my cell from the office phone (Vnet). And it so happens that whenever she has calls me from the Vnet…I see the number, pick up and:

Me: “Hello….”
Z: “Helllllllllllllllloooooo”
Me: “hmmm…ya…”
Z (now she being in doubt): “Well can I speak to Sreeram?”
Me: “Sreeram here….hmm….Who’s this?”
Z: “Hey Duffer, again you didn’t recognize my voice…its me…Z speaking”
Me (then as usual): “Hellllllllllloooooo Z…blah blah…..”

She calls me from different Vnets to check if I recognize her voice, but the truth is I don’t recognize her voice even if its the same number. If I had not stored her number under her name in my cell, I doubt recognizing her voice too. It does make me feel “oh not again” each time she says “again you didn’t recognize my voice”, but I feel happy that she being the sweet friend that she is…just doesn’t mind these “born-with” antics of mine. Dunno, how I should react…happy or confused? 😉

 

Episode #7: Floater Fiasco

The floaters that I happened to use were about 15 months old and yet in very good condition…but I had got bored wearing the same for that long a period. I was also bored with the brand and design. So I was praying that the floaters would somehow get damaged which would provide me with an opportunity to go-get-a-newer-one.
Last Saturday when I reached Bangalore by the early morning train…I was shocked to see my floaters missing. Someone had flicked it from where I had kept it before boarding on to my upper berth the previous night in Chennai. I was sad over someone having stolen it, and more sad when I realised that I have to make it all the way home on naked foot.
On Sunday, I went to buy a new pair of floaters…and in the showroom, happened to see the same pair which I earlier owned and had got bored. Don’t know what happened, I went ahead and bought the same once and over again. On reaching home, my mind had come back to senses. I was sad and frustrated over having bought the same floaters (design and brand-wise) while at the same time, I was happy over getting myself a new pair. I wore it, and jumped up-n-down for quite sometime…my way of mixing the cocktail in my mind!! 😉

 

Episode #8: Whats-in-a-name?

This friend Z of mine calls me a “Genius” when she’s impressed/happy with me over anything….and then she calls me a “Duffer” when she’s normal. But offlate (latest trend I can call it), she calls me Genius Duffer….totally oxymoronic…Makes me happy and keeps me grounded, both at the same time…I find myself totally in a cocktail!! 😀

 

Episode #9: Face-off

A friend of mine introduced me to her new roommate over lunch sometime last week. Let me call her G. So my friend introduced us as “This is Sreeram…and this is G.”…and over the next 30-40 minutes as we had lunch, we talked on different topics…!!!
On reaching back to my bay, I pinged G over the communicator regarding some matter, only to get a “OMG…you are that blog guy, isn’t it?” reaction.
Now the thing was that during lunch, she had not known that this Sreeram was the same one who blogs and had pinged her….
That left me with a scratchy look on the face….now was I supposed to be Happy or was it the time to go “OMG”….emotional remix altogether!! 😛

 

Episode 10…I guess will happen soon!!! 😉

 

Update: Up there I was guessing about Episode 10 happening soon…but what didn’t realise was that it had already happened until I read Isd‘s comment (first one) here. Thanks to my vacant top floor!! 😉 So here I go:

 

Episode 10: The Dream Seller!!

She was the first stranger who commented on this blog of mine…she was the one who sold dreams…and she responded to me in Hindi…and I was fine with it as I am not challenged when it comes to Hindi…But later as time went by, I got to know that ISD (as I call her) was just learning Hindi (though I found her usage of words flawless) and it was a shock to me when I got to know that she was not an Indian nor had any contacts with India…And how did she learn Hindi? well…by watching SRK movies…I bet I would not be able to learn French or Chinese by watching their movies!! I am happy to find her slowly mastering Hindi, but in awe as to how she must be doing all that!! The mind now whispers “shake those emotions and shout cheers”!! 😉

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