Tuesday, 14 April 2020

JAMBOREE


Security Guard Gopinath was in a poignant mood. He sat on a chair in the colony garden and stared into the distance. When he couldn't take the anxiety anymore, he pulled out a beedi from his shirt pocket. He fumbled a few times trying to put the beedi in his mouth; only a few attempts later did he realize his folly and lower his mask. He saw Gardener Madhav sitting a few feet away fumbling with his own beedi. 

"Lower your mask" Gopinath hollered.

"Aah...yes! Thank you!" Madhav's gratitude was genuine and heartfelt.

"I am very upset Bhai", Gopinath thumped his heart thrice to add gravitas.

"Of course you are...so am I."

"How can people be so bad?"

"They're jealous, that's what they are!" Madhav spat on the ground. Gopinath could not determine whether he was expressing disgust or was bound by habit.

"Look, honestly speaking I don't like Secretary Sahab one bit. But he was doing something very noble."

"Agreed! I mean how many people have actually thought of something as innovative as this to raise funds and spread awareness?"

"What wrong was he doing? He was only preparing to organise a carnival with food and game stalls to raise funds to raise awareness about coronavirus. All residents are anyway all sitting at home doing nothing. What's wrong about inviting them to do something noble while having fun? He had even thought of a name for the carnival - Jamboree."

"I hear there was also a session on social distancing and a workshop on homemade sanitizers planned. All down the drain, just because a few members filed a complaint."

"Some of our members I tell you!"

"Tell me something", Madhav spat again, "What does Jamboree mean?"


Idiosyncrasies of a Covidiot

All episodes so far 

Episode 01 - Aaho-Choo Story

Episode 02 Bus-Ted 

Episode 03 Bohemian Clapsody 

Episode 04 - Departmental Chor 

Episode 05 - Exceptionally Coarse 

Episode 06 - Fruits & Nuts 

Episode 07 - Gross Spread

Episode 08 - Helping Hands

Episode 09 - I Want to Break Free

Episode 10 - Jamboree

Episode 11 - Keep Safe Distance

Episode 12 - Let There Be Light

Episode 13 - Musical Masti

Episode 14 - Night Riders

Sunday, 12 April 2020

I WANT TO BREAK FREE


I Want To Break Free
I Want To Break Free
I Want To Break Free From This Government-Imposed Quarantine
I Can't Take It
I've Got To Break Free
God Knows, God Knows I Want To Break Free

I've Been Washing My Hands
Been Washing Both Hands All Day Long
Now They Don't Get Along 
Let's Just Face It
God Knows, God Knows I'm Washing All Day

It's Strange But It's True
There Are Cops Below My House With Big Bamboos
And I Have To Be Sure
Before I Walk Out That Door
Coz They Might Liberally Spank Me  
Oh, I Just Want To Walk Free
Oh, I Just Want To Be Free

*Guitar Solo*

But The Curfew's Still On
I Can't Get Used To Living Indoors, Living Indoors
Living Indoors, Phew!
Wanna Step Outside
I Don't Want To Stay At Home
God Knows, Got To Make It On My Own
So Bhaiyya, Can't You See
I've Got To Break Free
I've Got To Break Free

I Want To Break Free, Yeah
I Want, I Want, I Want, I Want To Break Free

Lata took back her phone and kept it on her desk. "So, what did you think?"

Gulshan laughed. "Maybe I'd be impressed if it was a different song. Anybody can make a parody post out of a simple song like that!"

"Very few people pay attention to Facebook posts these days - and yet he's already received about 70 likes. You've got to hand it to Anshuman the Great."

"Sure Boss, but how do you explain the guitar solo part?"

"Imagine Anshuman dressed in drag like Freddie Mercury."

They both clutched their bellies and laughed.


Idiosyncrasies of a Covidiot

All episodes so far 

Episode 1 - Aaho-Choo Story

Episode 2 Bus-Ted 

Episode 3 Bohemian Clapsody 

Episode 4 - Departmental Chor 

Episode 5 - Exceptionally Coarse 

Episode 6 - Fruits & Nuts 

Episode 7 - Gross Spread

Episode 8 - Helping Hands

Episode 09 - I Want to Break Free

Episode 10 - Jamboree

Episode 11 - Keep Safe Distance

Episode 12 - Let There Be Light

Episode 13 - Musical Masti

Episode 14 - Night Riders

HELPING HANDS

"I can't believe this is happening", Lata shook her head in disapproval.

"The HR team is simply doing their job", Gulshan explained, "Besides, they haven't conducted too many training sessions over the past few months, so they can hardly refuse someone volunteering to conduct a workshop - even if it is someone like Anshuman."

"Oh well", she sighed, "At least they were kind enough to let us go through this workshop over the weekend from the comfort of our homes. Did you try that sample?"

"Mmm..I was a little hesitant at first, so I made two people in my neighborhood try it first. They strangely seemed to like it. When I told them that this hand sanitizer was prepared at home by a colleague of mine, they refused to believe me. I must admit, I like the smell too."

"Have you tried it yourself though?" Lata sniggered.

"No way, Boss! And I don't think you should either."

"Too late!" she chuckled, "It's hand sanitizer after all. I'm pretty sure there's no gaumutra in this one. And I kid you not, it actually is pretty gentle on the hands. And the fragrance is quite refreshing. And yeah, it's hard to believe this is homemade stuff."

"We'll find out pretty soon. Anshuman's online workshop on 'How to make hand sanitizers at home' is about to begin. Let's log in Boss."

"Let's go."

Lata logged in. She could see there were about 90-odd participants so far, but the count kept increasing. She was quite impressed.

At exactly the pre-decided time, Anshuman appeared on the screen. He was standing in front of what looked like a kitchen counter. On the counter was a pretty huge glass bowl and three transparent bottles filled with unidentifiable fluids. He was wearing an apron.

"Good evening friends", Anshuman began speaking, "Thank you all for spending your valuable weekend time with me. As you know, I am here to conduct a workshop on making hand sanitizers at home. In these times of uncertainty...", he then took a long pause, probably because he had forgotten what he was supposed to say. Lata laughed out loud after confirming she was on mute. A few miles away, Gulshan did the same.

Anshuman could clearly hear a lot of guffaws in the background. Eventually, he broke the awkwardness by putting everyone else on mute before continuing, "Let us first check with our audience, how many of you have received the sample?" At once, a survey questionnaire popped up on all viewers' screens to help them convey their responses - it had one button marked 'Yes' and another button marked 'No'.

"Great", Anshuman continued after a few seconds, now sounding a little confident, "I see that out of the 113 people attending this workshop, about 110 have already received their samples. My apologies to those who couldn't get their samples."

"Lucky bastards!" Gulshan said in his head. He was watching the session very keenly, simply expecting something unexpected to happen.

"How many of you have tried the sample?" Anshuman asked, and at once another question popped up on the screen. Lata and Gulshan both clicked on Yes.

"I see that all 110 of you who received the sample have tried it! That's wonderful!" Anshuman was already manning the session like a pro. "We now move on to the next question, which is pretty obvious!"

The next question that popped up on screen was "Did you like the product?"

Gulshan initially chose to ignore the question, thinking it would allow him to get away without an answer. To his disappointment, he wasn't being allowed to proceed without a response. Having no other choice, he picked the safest option.

"This is really encouraging guys!" Anshuman screamed like an excited teenage girl, "All of you have liked my product. I feel really ecstatic. Thank you guys!"

Lata expected the next set of questions to be more specific - perhaps there would be questions about the look and feel, the colour, the fragrance, the texture, etc. Strangely though, there were no more questions thereafter.

"I will now waste no more time and dive straight into the process of making hand sanitizers at home. Guys, it doesn't get more natural and organic than this."

Anshuman placed the bowl right in front of himself, making sure his viewers would have a clear view. "First, you are going to need an alcoholic base with 90% alcohol content. That's what will kill the microbial bodies. I'm using surgical spirit."

"Surgical spirit? There goes 100% natural out of the window!" Lata threw her hands up in the air in disappointment, as she watched him empty three 100 ml bottles of surgical spirit into the huge bowl.

"Next, we're going to need Aloe Vera pulp. That's what will help protect your hands against the harsh effect of alcohol."

"Aloe Vera Pulp? That's natural alright." Gulshan cupped his jaws in his hands and mumbled to himself.

"Many of you might be growing aloe vera plants in your flowerbeds, some of you can easily find these plants in the gardens of your housing colonies. You will need just a few leaves. Here's what you need to do - make slits on both the edges of the leaf, open it up and scoop out the pulp using a spoon. Like this." Anshuman demonstrated the process quite well.

"Make sure you maintain a 2:1 ratio - 2 parts alcohol and 1 part aloe vera", he extracted enough aloe vera pulp to full the bowl halfway to the brim, "And now, finally, we're going to need an essential body oil for a soothing fragrance. I'm using lavender oil that I ordered from the Vain Vixen app."

"Vain Vixen??" Lata felt her jaw drop to the floor.

"Just a couple of drops. There we go."

Gulshan sat at the edge of his seat. 

"And now friends, since we have all the ingredients ready, it's time to mix them all together."

Gulshan saw that all 113 viewers were still very much online. He rubbed his hands together, almost as if he knew exactly what was going to happen next.

And exactly as he expected, Anshuman dunked both his hands elbow-deep into the bowl.

Out of the 130 viewers originally logged in, only one remained online till the very end to watch him complete the mixing.

But completely oblivious of the reactions he had evoked online, Anshuman ended the session with the statement "There you go folks! For your hands only...by my hands only!"

Who do you think watched the session till the very end? Lemme know in the comments.


Idiosyncrasies of a Covidiot

All episodes so far 

Episode 01 - Aaho-Choo Story

Episode 02 - Bus-Ted 

Episode 03 - Bohemian Clapsody 

Episode 04 - Departmental Chor 

Episode 05 - Exceptionally Coarse 

Episode 06 - Fruits & Nuts 

Episode 07 - Gross Spread

Episode 08 - Helping Hands

Episode 09 - I Want to Break Free

Episode 10 - Jamboree

Episode 11 - Keep Safe Distance

Episode 12 - Let There Be Light

Episode 13 - Musical Masti

Episode 14 - Night Riders

Friday, 10 April 2020

GROSS SPREAD

"Apples?" Anshuman put took out a plastic box and placed it in front of Gulshan.

"No thanks", Gulshan said, slowly chewing on his roti-sabzi, "I take fruits only after the main course. And besides, I'm not very fond of apples." He didn't particularly like having lunch with Anshuman, but with limited seats in the office pantry and every team being assigned fixed lunch time-slots, he didn't have much of a choice.

"I wish Lata could join us too", Anshuman lamented, "Ever since news of the virus broke out, she's stopped having lunch with us."

"Actually, it's because of the lecture you gave her last week about Covid-19 being God's punishment to all those who had non-vegetarian food...", Gulshan clarified, "...despite knowing she was a non-vegetarian."

"I was just telling her the truth! Why can't she accept the truth?"

"It's bullshit. I'm a vegetarian myself, but I know this is bullshit."

"Don't get me started now...if you guys can't accept the truth, at least take it with a pinch of salt."

"Right", Gulshan replied with a smirk on his face, "Strawberries?"

"Eek, no way!" Anshuman froze.

"What's the matter?" Gulshan raised an eyebrow, still chewing on his food.

"Nothing...nothing at all!" he brushed aside the topic, "I follow a well-known Guru, who is an expert in Ayurveda. He clearly mentioned in a speaking session a couple of days ago that coronavirus first affected the Chinese because they are hardcore meat-eaters."

"As I said before, BULLSHIT!"

"You progressive intellectuals only want to believe studies by firangs, right? For your information, even the World Health Organisation has confirmed this fact."

"Bah! Typical University of Whatsapp crap. Anyway, what else did your learned Guruji teach you about the virus? I'm sure he must've suggested some remedies to deal with the virus."

Anshuman never really couldn't handle Gulshan at his sarcastic worst. "Guruji said that chewing on Ginger can help keep you safe, since it has antibacterial properties." While saying so, he pulled out a small box with scraped ginger and kept it in front of Gulshan.

Gulshan picked up a few slivers and dunked them in his mouth, "I agree that ginger might have some medicinal properties. But alas my friend, bacteria and viruses are two different things."

Anshuman got all the more nervous. "Garlic...garlic has anti-viral properties. Chewing on garlic can help against coronavirus." He pulled out another box with peeled garlic cloves.

Gulshan confidently picked up a clove and put it in his mouth. "Garlic is also good for health. It has been used since ancient times for medicinal purposes. But you might not know the fact that China is the world's largest producer of garlic. If garlic really could cure Covid-19, China wouldn't have lost so many people. C'mon now, your Guru needs to do much better than this."

Anshuman felt a lump rise in his throat, "Guruji also mentioned Aqua Omnium Florium", he pulled out a bottle and plonked it on the table, "One glass a day can help you build immunity in a week."

Gulshan picked up the bottle and twisted the cap, "Aqua Omnium Florium? Finally something that sounds like a remedy worth trying." Gulshan chuckled. "Glad to know your Guruji has not lost all faith in the wonders of modern medicine."

Gulshan took a swig, and immediately his face contorted into an unbearable scowl. He put his tongue out and began coughing like as if he was being strangulated.

"That's fowl!!! What on earth is this???"

"Aqua Omnium Florium" Anshuman repeated, "Also known as Gaumutra."


Idiosyncrasies of a Covidiot

All episodes so far 

Episode 01 - Aaho-Choo Story

Episode 02 Bus-Ted 

Episode 03 Bohemian Clapsody 

Episode 04 - Departmental Chor 

Episode 05 - Exceptionally Coarse 

Episode 06 - Fruits & Nuts 

Episode 07 - Gross Spread

Episode 08 - Helping Hands

Episode 09 - I Want to Break Free

Episode 10 - Jamboree

Episode 11 - Keep Safe Distance

Episode 12 - Let There Be Light

Thursday, 9 April 2020

FRUITS & NUTS


Z (275×183)
It was about half past 7 in the morning. Yes, it was a Saturday, and most people usually woke up late on Saturdays. But these were different times - the fruit vendor knew this all too well. He had managed to get hold of a wonderful spot, located bang in the middle of three housing colonies. There was a dairy shop right behind him and only a couple of vegetable vendors nearby. And to think that just a few days ago, this place was swarming with people selling all kinds of stuff - street food, toys, newspapers, cheap Chinese electronics, detergents...the list was endless. When the lockdown was suddenly imposed, most of them had left the city in a jiffy to get back to their hometowns. The unlucky ones who were late in reacting had to walk it out. 

The fruit vendor thanked his luck. Finally, there would be no squabbling for ideal spots, no extortion by local goons or corrupt officials and no competitors. The icing on the cake was the fact that given the lower availability of essentials, there would be no bargaining by buyers either. It meant one thing and one thing only - profits galore.

He examined his cart yet again, like all fruit vendors do. Fruits might be extremely perishable items, but 'prolonging' their shelf life was an art he knew like the back of his hand. Stock simply had to look fresh. So a little camouflaging under packaging here, some stale portions to be kept out of sight under a pile there, a little sprinkling of water to bring the produce back to life somewhere else. Presentation is a hard job.

The cart displayed a lot of variety - there were bananas, there were apples, there were oranges and sweet lime, there were a few watermelons and musk melons in the far corner. The grapes were kept safe in cardboard boxes laced with straw. And then there were strawberries.

Now strawberries are fussy customers. They look juicy and mouth-watering only when they are wet. They go dry and limp very easily. But he had a solution.

He quickly opened up all the transparent plastic boxes holding the strawberries - about ten of them. Then he took out all the strawberries that were in the topmost piles, licked them and put them back. He stopped only after he was fairly satisfied that all were shining. Today was going to be a good day.

Anshuman suddenly appeared in front of him - almost as if out of thin air.

"G'morning friend. What's your name?" Anshuman put out his best smile.

"Munna Michael", the fruit vendor said without thinking.

"Are you Christian?"

"I have no religion except profit Sir. I like keeping profitable names."

"Profitable names?" Anshuman scratched his head.

"Most of the people in the building behind are Christians, so today I'm Munna Michael. If I was standing in front of a Hindu-majority colony, I'd be Babu Bhaiyya. If it had to be a Muslim colony, I'd be Sukhda Salim."

Anshuman continued scratching his head, "What about a Sikh colony?"

A frown appeared on the fruit vendor's forehead, "What do you want Sir?"

"You see that gate there?"

"Yeah..."

"I'm the Secretary of that housing society. We need some vendors to come inside to sell their stuff."

"Why can't they walk it down? It's hardly any distance away", the vendor protested.

"We can earn a handsome profit if you could bring your cart down there."

"Excuse me...we?"

"Oh, profit is my religion too!"

"Ten per cent."

"Make that fifteen and we have a deal. They're not going to bargain anyway."

"Deal."

"Wait...you'll have to wear a mask...here's one...only eleven rupees."

"Noted, let's go!"

"Wait...those strawberries...you missed a few."


Tuesday, 7 April 2020

EXCEPTIONALLY COARSE

Scene 1 - Monday, 23rd March 2020, 8:00 am, At the Workplace 


"Oh, you're back?", Gulshan's nonchalant body language betrayed his indifference. He was still staring into his laptop screen.

Anshuman dropped his backpack on his desk before giving his teammate a pitiful look. "I'm coming back to work after three full days Gullu...but you're just the way I left you..still screen-gazing. Tell me honestly, did you ever go home?"

"There's work to do, Anshuman. I believe Lata wanted to see you."

"She did?"

"For work allocation."


"Of course, kya Gullu?" Anshuman donned his trusted family business-manufactured mask and hopped towards his boss' cabin.

He swung open the door without knocking, "Good morning Boss, may I come in?"

Lata was caught unawares yet again. But it's hard to suppress instincts, and so she yet again tossed her phone away without locking the screen. As luck would have it, the device once again landed face up. From the corner of his eye, Anshuman caught a hazy glimpse of an insta story with some potentially juicy content.

"Good morning Anshuman", she put up a confident facade, "You're wearing a mask? How thoughtful."

"Sorry, I should have knocked."

"Yeah, but it's you, so I couldn't really expect more. Do you still have a cold? Perhaps you should've gotten yourself tested."

"I'm good boss. It was just one of those allergies I guess", his tone was confident but his twitching nose gave him away. "Ullu says you wanted to see me?"

"Ullu?"

"Gullu..Gullu...Sorry, Gulshan."

"Ah, yes! One of our tellers at the withdrawals counter has reported sick. The Branch Manager was asking for a resource to take his place."

"No problem Boss, I'll speak with Gulshan right away."

"No Anshuman", Lata cut him short, "Gulshan will manage solo today; we're not expecting too many home loan customers to walk in anyway."

"Okay Boss." 

Lata could easily sense the reluctance in his tone. "I'm sure you'll do a good job."

She then turned her attention back to her mobile phone, where a deluge of reactions was ready to enthrall her.

Scene 2 - About 15 minutes later in the Boss's cabin

Anshuman sat awkwardly in front of the Boss with his head lowered and his arms crossed. He didn't need to be an expert in psychology to understand that she was ready to eat him alive, nevermind her Jain upbringing.

"ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE???"

"But what wrong have I done Boss? I was pretty quick. I can count more than 150 notes a minute...look." He proceeded to pull out a bundle of notes and began counting in the blink of an eye.

"THAT'S PRECISELY THE PROBLEM ANSHUMAN! WHY ARE YOU LICKING YOUR FINGERS???"


Sunday, 5 April 2020

DEPARTMENTAL CHOR


Sugar 12 kilos - Check

Bathing Soap 20 bars...no, 30 bars - Check

Masoor Dal 15 kilos - Check

Tur Dal 15 kilos - Check

Salt 15 kilos - Check

White Bread 20 packets - Check

Butter 20 packets - Check

Fabric-Washing Detergent 4 kilos - Check

Milk Pouches 20 litres - Check...

As Anshuman kept dropping grocery items into his jumbo-sized cart, he failed to notice two GleeMart attendants talking among themselves.

"This man...is he crazy?" Santosh frowned, "Look at all that stuff he's taking away. And wasn't he here last morning as well?"

Aparna nodded, "Not just yesterday...He comes here at least 4 times a week. And he carries all that stuff in a small tempo."

"What is he? A shopkeeper?"

"My friend lives in a chawl near his housing colony. He's actually a banker. But he owns a pharmacy there which his cousins run. This pharmacy also doubles up as a provision store in the locality."

"Is he even allowed to take these many quantities?" Santosh protested.

"He's smart. He's definitely not here alone" she said, pointing towards two young boys shadowing him. They looked like they were still in their teens - probably helpers from the pharmacy.

"Wow! Some businessman he is. Considering the rates we offer, he probably earns a pretty good profit."

"Absolutely! He even levies cooling charges on items like milk and fruit juice. Best part is he doesn't even have to store these items for long, since these are fast moving items."

"Boy...if I ever manage to save up some money, I know where I'm going to invest it!"

They both laughed and gave each other a high-five.

Sometime later Anshuman revisited his shopping list. He had managed to get all the things he needed, except for dishwashing liquid. He desperately needed it - it was for personal use. Alas, the dishwashing soap shelf was empty today. He would have to make yet another trip to the departmental store tomorrow.

Anshuman called the boys and divided the stock among themselves. He gave both the boys some cash and whispered instructions into their ears. He then guided them to stand in adjacent lines in order to save time, and himself proceeded towards a line nearby.

In front of him in the billing line was a man and his little daughter. Although they were all wearing masks, he recognized from instantly because of the cute little cap she was wearing on her head - the girl and her father lived in the same locality. She had lost her mother at birth; she was therefore the apple of her father's eye. Anshuman would sometimes stop to play with the girl on his way back home from office. 

He dropped his mask a bit while waving at her with the other hand. "Hi Bulbul!"

The girl and her father both turned to look at him. "Hi uncle!" she babbled like a typical five year old.

"What a cute little girl doing here at GleeMart?" Anshuman asked her playfully before turning towards her dad and smiling inside his mask.

"Dadda brought me for shoppy-shoppy!"

"Wow! You're helping dadda?"

"Yeah uncle!"

Anshuman laughed with her. He simply loved the innocence of kids.

He then inspected their cart. There was hardly anything in it - just some essentials in small quantities. Essentials like salt...sugar...rice...some biscuits...tea powder...milk pouches...dishwashing liquid...

'Wait a minute! Dishwashing liquid???' he thought to himself, 'Where the hell did they find it? The shelf was empty!'

Maybe they just got lucky. Or maybe the store had replenished stocks a while ago and he hadn't noticed. He cursed his luck.

Anyway, there was not much he could do now; so he decided to talk to the little girl.

"Hey Bulbul...what do you do at home all day? Do you still go to playschool?"

"Nah...schools have gone on early break for the year", her father responded while waiting for his turn at the billing counter.

"You must be working from home I presume. How do you keep her busy? Does she have enough toys at home to play with?"

The word fell on alert ears. "Dadda, I want some toys...please!!!"

"Sure beta...what do you want?" her father obliged without batting an eyelid.

"Why don't you accompany her to the toys section? Don't worry, I'll hold the line for you."

"Hey, thanks man! We'll be back in a jiffy."

"Absolutely no problem."

The father-daughter duo dropped out of the queue, leaving the cart under Anshuman's watchful eye. They were back just in time for the billing.

The little girl and her father looked at each other with eyes full of excitement, because they now had a bunch of new toys to play with.

And Ashuman giggled to himself with a sense of achievement, because he now had his dishwashing liquid.