Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Being Siddhu

Even after staying in US for more than four years now, I still feel that my sense of humor is pretty much desi. It’s not about understanding the language; it’s about aligning your sense of humor with a different culture. There are people who do this seamlessly. At least they pretend to do it. But for me it needs effort which is no less than developing a high end algorithm (I don't remember when last time I did that).

Today I was in one such trap. The occasion was a party in buffalo wild wings thrown by my client. I am used to these types of parties and ready to take usual kind of jokes. I don't think that I have developed any taste for these jokes but I have learned to laugh at the right time and in the right amount. But I had a bigger problem in hand, the FIFA world cup. While I am still coming to terms why football is called Soccer in America and why the game which is called football here has hardly any use of foot. I am up with a new challenge. I not only need to enjoy FIFA world cup, I also need to know the history and Geography of each player. My client loves Soccer and my manager has already told me that though I am good in technology but I need to work hard on relationship management. I am sure I am not good in technology but I love when someone praises me. I am also sure that my manager’s presumption about my relationship management is correct. And if my client loves Soccer then I must have some view, if not love, for this game. I should be able to appreciate the game, its nuances and the jokes attached. I needed a guide for dummies on Football teams. I googled it, found one and went through it quickly. I realized that it is not worth. I should continue my technique of smiling and laughing as it is.


So at the end I was sitting in front of my client who was cracking some joke related to one player (I don't remember even his name) and I was laughing like anything. The trick is timing. You need to understand when the right time to laugh is. Once you get hold of this you need not to worry about what the person is saying. While I was laughing with full intensity, all of a sudden I felt like Navjot Singh Siddhu. What is the difference between him and me? Why I used to hate this person for his nonsense laughter? His primary job is to laugh and he laughs. I am not the anchor of any laughter challenge show. So to laugh is not my primary job and still I am laughing for my job. While I was returning from that party I developed a sense of respect for Siddhu. It is not easy to laugh on something which doesn't make sense. But it is even harder to lose your sense and start making sense out of all nonsense. Siddhu has achieved this state. I have yet to achieve Nirvana.
At The Corridor of Death


Going to that homeopathy doctor was always a big task for me. More often because he was very unfriendly and rude. But for my cousin sister, who was suffering from cancer in its critical stage, this was the only hope. The blindness that she developed because of brain tumor, not only sieged her vision but also her dreams. All attempts had already failed and probably this was the only thing which was giving her, if not others, some sort of assurance. As I was about to go to that doctor, I called her to know about her health (The doctor is in Bangalore where I live and my cousin was in Ghazipur, a small town with almost no medical facility). She started talking about her pain and helplessness, and in between she said something which I was not expecting in that course of discussion....."Help others as much as possible because once life goes out of hand, it never comes back". I was sort of taken aback. I asked her again to repeat her sentence, pretending I could not hear, but she never repeated it. May be she was thinking that the sentence was too preachy to repeat. This was a suggestion which for some reason left a permanent mark in my heart and mind. May be because it came spontaneously from someone who has already lost control over her life. Someone who, all of a sudden, at an early age, finds herself at the corridor of death. This was my last conversation with her. After few days, while I was busy in my overseas worldly affairs, I got the news about her death.

Whenever I am in doubt, whether I should lend a helping hand to others, whether I should bear a loss simply to help someone without expecting any return, whether I should put myself in a mess which I can easily avoid. I remember that one suggestion given by her and it clears all my doubts.

Though she has left us, but I wish, may that one sentence never leave my heart...Amen