Color me.....Saffron?

"What is the purpose of your life V?"

"What do you mean?"

"What is the force that drives you? That what makes you want to live?"

"Well, I want to live life to the fullest.. I have a wife, and about 1 or 2 years down the line I might want to start a family."

"Hmmm... so you mean procreation is the purpose of your life?"

"Well... no but... G! What’s the matter with you?"

"I just realized I don't have a purpose in life. I mean, I always thought I did but turns out I don't. I wanted all the materialistic possessions and all the jazz. You know if you ask me of the day that I felt the happiest in my whole life, I believe I'd say it would be the day I paid the first installment for my car. Or probably the day I purchased a cell phone from MY hard earned money instead of begging and coaxing my mom for some money for me to buy one."

"Great, so that probably means that the need of independence is the driving force behind your life."

"Yeah? Okay... I work like a bitch doin a fuckin job I don't quite like. But I still do it because the money is great. So although its work I don't like, the money that comes at the end of the month gives me quite some job satisfaction. I mean, as long as I can continue paying my installments and party when I need to that’s quite reassuring..."

"Yes. Then why are you thinking so much?"

"So in a few months, the installments would be up that would mean lesser responsibility and a sense of freedom...that should lead to happiness."


"Yes. So hang on tight. You ARE getting there."

".... and then I get into a terrible accident and end up disabled or something..."

"Abbe..."

"No, let me finish. If that ever happens, the rest of my sorry existence I would keep cursing myself for not doing something, ANYTHING that I could be proud of."

"Well... you paid all the installments of your car. From YOUR hard earned money."

"For a car I can't drive anymore."

"G! Stop it. Are you drunk on Sprite?"

"I want to take a shot at something, something else... suddenly I feel that all my goals are changing, I feel I want nothing of that what I have always wanted."

"Somebody help me... tell him he is too young to be struck by midlife crisis."

"The movie was heavy dude."

"Indeed it was, heavier on us than it was on you. And if you continue your rant it will get all the more heavier"

"Hmph.."

"You were always the most patriotic one.. everybody noticed the clenched teeth inside the jaw that barely moved after the interval."

"You did? I thought you were busy pacifying your weeping wife."

"Whatever.."

"Hah."

Conversation at the Airport restaurant after 'The Movie'.

On Dharma.

People always talk about Karma (the bastardized version of Karam); 'what goes around comes around' being the physics of the idea. But what they conveniently forget is Dharma (or Dharam), which simply means duty: you ought to do what you ought to do '. Speaking of Dharma let G tell you of an experience he had at a Mumbai mall sometime last year.

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon and G had nothing to do. So G called his pal Sandy who suggested they go to Inorbit, since he had some shopping to do. Inorbit is one of the neatest and biggest of the few malls that G's hometown has.

So G and Sandy were browsing through the stores, looking for interesting stuff when a glimmer caught G's eye. He looked in that direction to notice this tiny looking cute girl. She was short, thin (didn't look thin though. thanks to the fat at the right places), real sharp features and ultra pretty long hair. The sources of the glimmer were those xxl sized ethnic looking earrings she was sporting. G nudged Sandy and pointed his chin in the girl’s direction. Sandy seemed to like what he saw. But all he said was "yeah... cute." G kinda felt that the girly sensed the interest that these two guys showed in her, but couldn't be sure. Either ways, both carried on with their window-shopping business after the remark from the esteemed Sandyji.

After about an hour or so, when both were done with the browsing business, G and Sandy moved to the food court to pacify their irate stomachs. G bought a sandwich and iced tea; Sandy called for a frankie and coke. We got ourselves seated at one of the empty tables. After about a minute or so Sandy gestured as he asked G to turn around and look who was sitting at the table behind G. G turned around to find the same cutie sipping coke with some other girl. And this time she sure noticed G. So G carried on with their eating business as Sandy switched between looking at the girl and enjoying his frankie.

G asked Sandy
"Too cute?"
"Yeah" he replied
"Cute enough to interest you?"
"Uh huh"
"Go talk to her"
"Nah..."
"Want me to talk to her?"
"NO!"
"Nah seriously.. Tell me"
"Erm...okay."

G doesn't usually do this kind of thing but he was feeling extra brave that day. Guess it was one of those days that seem so perfect that something sure ought to go wrong. Either ways, G took a deep breath, got up, walked up to the girl’s table and said

"Hey"
"Hi!" she replied
"How you doin'?"
"Couldn't come up with anything better?"
"Ehhh?"
"Well, you guys been checking me out since afternoon. And finally when you have gathered enough courage to approach me, you'll copy Joey..."
"Excuse me?"
"That's the line Joey uses. Couldn't come up with anything better?"

G is arrogant. G is mean. And G's arrogance gets amplified when somebody acts arrogant with him. G's devotion to his Dharma was being questioned here.

"Oh... so were you looking forward to and hoping for a pick-up line?"
"Uh huh."
"Oh... okay... how about..." super long pause,
"Hmmm....?"
"Nice shoes, wanna fuck?"

Saying that G turned around and walked back to his table. G still remembers that shocked expression on the girls face and the gasp that her friend let out. G wanted to laugh. HARD. But he resisted. Sandy didn't have a clue on what had happened. All he had heard was the last line and seemed curious to know all that did.

Word's from the wise, don't ever forget your Dharma.
What's G's Dharma you ask?
G's Dharma is to be arrogant.

SneakPeek

Nobody failed to notice the Black Devil as it screeched around the driveway. Was it a Lamborghini or was it a Jaguar? Nobody could tell. The flashy vinyls and sideskirts concealed the car's true identity. The car jolted to a stop outside the gates of G-Zero. Unlike the name suggests, G-Zero was a colossally magnificent building. The architecture was modern with large glass windows and tons of steel.

The car doors opened and a figure stepped out. One would have expected a Black man in pimp clothes or a spoilt girl in short skirts. But the man who stepped out was not white and not black. His looks said he came from the east somewhere and the mocha color betrayed his tropical origins. He was dressed in a well fitting expensive suit and had what looked like a platinum Rolex around his wrist. He possessed aristocratically good looks and walked with an air of mild over-confidence.

Christina frowned at the entrant’s sight as she hurried forward to take his coat. She didn’t know what the man thought about him. The man was very gentle and cordial when he spoke to her, but more often than not she got negative vibes from him. "Today," thought Chris "I am going to find out!" The man had handpicked Christina Roberts from the Harvard business school and had made an offer that she couldn’t refuse. "If nothing else," Chris thought, "he is a good judge of people." She had already accepted the job offer as a Research and Marketing strategist from MedaTech, a leading software company. Three days later she got an offer from an obscure company that claimed to take the hospitality and entertainment industry over by a raging storm in the next few years. Chris rejected the offer mentally before she read the last line. This company offered her four times what MedaTech had. The next day she saw herself on a plane to LA to sign the contract.

The tall figure stepped forward as Chris took his coat and greeted him with her usual plastic smile. The man just nodded as an acknowledgement and began to walk towards the express elevator to his office when he heard Chris stammer
"S-seriously G. You ought to t-tell me.. what do you think about me?”
G turned back and said, "If I gave you any thought.... I'd probably hate you."

Excerpts from G's autobiography 'To G or not to G'. Some names have been changed for reasons unknown.