The Perils Of A Jammer..

No, I don’t do stuff if I don’t want to but, this is typically a case where I have to showcase my journo skills cause, I have been the ‘Jammer of the Fortnight’ (And, I am not bluffing). I have been challenged to no end, threatened, offered lucrative options if I could write a blog, not on myself or not what I think of but, for a friend of mine, a very good friend, a recent member of Club Jam which according to me is a very daunting task. I normally type down whatever strikes MY mind and thus whatever is visible, is a part of me, no-holds-barred, completely honest… I cannot lie in blogs, I can just picture stuff in a better, non-confused fashion but, making something up is typically not my piece of cake so, here, I write about a fellow friend as I know him, his life, his chronicles, and if I get this right, I get a nice dinner at Windy’s with a good dessert…

So, here it is, ‘Oza ki Kahani Meri Zubaani’:

Now, everyone (...About everyone you ducks!!!! You don’t have to take every statement of mine critically) must have heard the story of the poor shepherd trying to come up with an idea to post a blog (a.k.a. apostles/fables in his era) and when he finally got one, he tried to put it to use, he stated that a wicked wolf is attacking his sheep and since it was a time of noble men, it was their oral (er… moral) responsibility to save his sheep if they wanted to preserve the ‘flesh trade’ (of sheep) supply chain. So, since his project was in a testing phase, he decides to give a ‘distress call’ and summons the noble men. As the ‘supply chain’ was in danger, they attend the call ‘on criticality’ basis. The shepherd not yet satisfied by the dynamic outcome of the circumstances, decides to try the ‘exercise’ once more. So, he gives the ‘distress’ call the second time. The noble men arrive pronto as wanted by the shepherd but, the shepherd was as hardworking as ever, he wanted not just to scare the wolf away but to catch it in ‘action’ and thus suggests to make a few ‘infrastructural’ changes which is not taken positively by the noble men. They allege that the shepherd is whisking their assets on the pretext of his ‘distress’ call and vow never to attend his call. The shepherd tries in vain to explain the security measures and swears by his ‘supply chain management’ that it will work when executed in reality. The noble men do not heed to his words.
The time comes when the shepherd has to take matters into his own hands and executes his home project (apostle is wrong guys, wrong at least in this particular case). His immaculate project design and sturdy security measures pay off and the wicked wolf is caught not only in action but also tried at the same spot!! Talk about efficiency!! (And no, he does not grow into Linus Trovalds) The noble men apologize and vow to help the shepherd to better his project without any material tokens of gratitude till eternity.

Now, run this story in the present, a story of a school guy, ridiculed, scolded and defamed by his well-wishers for his inability to academically perform up to their standards. The kid every time wanting to stand up to their expectations but held back due to his stuck-up friends who watched porn all day and flew paper-planes from notebook pages in school. Then, he gave the much famed ‘SSC’ examination which, though promising to perform as he always did, had an under-par performance. People began to desert the kid (who is in jr. college now) and was left with his possible unworthy life capable of spending under a speeding train.

The poor depressed fellow then saw a girl; a normal gal-next-class. (Woah you sickos, there is no romance brewing here, if you want romance, go read some other blog!!) In her he saw a ray of hope; he rediscovered his ability to perform, to stand up for himself. This was his one and only chance to regain the lost respect in his family, his society. This was more than anything put together in his life till now. So, our hero fires his engines up for one last time, burning midnight oil, tweaking his preparations all with a desire to stump everybody out of their living daylights. He almost stops food consumption to concentrate on his studies, thins down considerably (exactly opposite in ‘physical’ terms of Alok of the FPS fame). Sadly, nobody seems to consider his condition nor does anybody care about him anymore. So, the D-day arrives, it’s the day of the results and he scores enough to comfortably get him into an engineering college of his choice.
Everyone is stumped, no-one realized how did he do it but, our hero, as in period Bollywood techni-color prints, emerges a winner in the end thus regaining all the respect and glory and everything along with it, i.e. all that he had at the time of his birth.
Our hero then goes to the college of his choice in all social glory, vowing to be another Visveswariya and the people will call him Visveswariya Jr. But, destiny has an inexplicable role to play with ambitious kids in India which also places the gal-next-class in a class next to his.

He thus continues to study, just with a ray of hope….