Have you ever had the experience of seeing a bunch of High IQ society people on a collective high? If not, you can ask Veena, for a detailed account. She will recount the senseless-when-sober jokes, the 'machaans, machis and maaplais' they haven't used since college, the unabashed voice of naked souls, sobriety tests where the city's highest paid Investment bankers start reciting the Fibonacci series in the right order- to prove that their mind is still sharp; the first one to falter gets jeered at for his/her lack of capacity, the rush for the bill when it arrives, the obscene amounts of money they are willing to pay for a night of inebriation... and much more.
Veena felt every cell in her body vibrating with each decibel played at the Hard Rock Cafe. She would sometimes dream that the vibrations reached resonant frequency and the whole place came crumbling down, like from one of the dreams in 'Inception'. Her fingers tightened against her clutch involuntarily, as if to run at the first sign of such an occurence.
Veena.. Appa named her Veena, seeing the infant's slender and long fingers. And he died without hearing her play the Veena, much to his dismay. She could swear that most of these men could trace back (not way back.. just 5-6 years back..) to a middle class settlement, with banker parents who sent their wards to CBSE schools and Math classes in the hope that their sons and a rare daughter could achieve great IIT JEE ranks. Though they would not have visualized the young guns in HRC, especially with 'Neela Theevu, Pani Thaeneer' (you gotta thank Karthik for this Tamilisation) in hand. The world of Atheism, Agnosticism, LIIT, HRC, Freedom... this was indeed distant from what the parents had envisaged when they looked lovingly at the new born, and whispered not just the li'l one's name three times on Punyajanam day, but also a demanded that the child stand first in class forever, become an NTSE scholar, enter IIT and eventually go to NASA and settle down with an American salary. Of course American salary, Green card AND an Indian wife- a girl of their choice! Aaah, the dreams of the 80's and 90's...
She nudged Karthik with an elbow; she didn't hazard shouting across- she knew the din would drown even the takeoff of a jet but she found him busy with the paper napkin. He was trying to scribble Veena in his miniscule scrawl... the scrawl stood testimony for his inebriation levels, despite him giving f(11) in the Fibonacci series perfectly!
To be continued...
Veena felt every cell in her body vibrating with each decibel played at the Hard Rock Cafe. She would sometimes dream that the vibrations reached resonant frequency and the whole place came crumbling down, like from one of the dreams in 'Inception'. Her fingers tightened against her clutch involuntarily, as if to run at the first sign of such an occurence.
Veena.. Appa named her Veena, seeing the infant's slender and long fingers. And he died without hearing her play the Veena, much to his dismay. She could swear that most of these men could trace back (not way back.. just 5-6 years back..) to a middle class settlement, with banker parents who sent their wards to CBSE schools and Math classes in the hope that their sons and a rare daughter could achieve great IIT JEE ranks. Though they would not have visualized the young guns in HRC, especially with 'Neela Theevu, Pani Thaeneer' (you gotta thank Karthik for this Tamilisation) in hand. The world of Atheism, Agnosticism, LIIT, HRC, Freedom... this was indeed distant from what the parents had envisaged when they looked lovingly at the new born, and whispered not just the li'l one's name three times on Punyajanam day, but also a demanded that the child stand first in class forever, become an NTSE scholar, enter IIT and eventually go to NASA and settle down with an American salary. Of course American salary, Green card AND an Indian wife- a girl of their choice! Aaah, the dreams of the 80's and 90's...
She nudged Karthik with an elbow; she didn't hazard shouting across- she knew the din would drown even the takeoff of a jet but she found him busy with the paper napkin. He was trying to scribble Veena in his miniscule scrawl... the scrawl stood testimony for his inebriation levels, despite him giving f(11) in the Fibonacci series perfectly!
To be continued...
