Life and KISS - part 3
It was around 1:30 in the afternoon. Prasanna was walking through GN Chetty Road crestfallen when his 501 Rs. RIM phone suddenly sprang to life. It was Shekar at the other end.
“Dei, dubakoor, ipdi agi pochey da…Vera edhavadhu resume la pottu tholanchirukka kooadaada?
“Dei, anda Hari yum Coimbatore la irundhirupaan, aduvum andha company laye irundhirupaan, naan CV la pottirunda site ellam avan nijamave pannirupaan nu enakku enna josiyama a theriyum?. Ellam neram da… Edhuna prachnai aacha unakku?
“Aama, yen fake candidates ellam refer panrey nu kettanga….”
“Sorry da, enakku help panna poi unakku prachnai”
“‘Enakku avanai seriya theiryadhu‘ nu sonnen. ‘Seriya theriyda candidates ellam yen refer panrey‘ nu thiruppi kettanga.. Seri freeya vidu. Konark la UX design team la oru opening irukaam. Angey irukara en friend sonnan. Avan mail id unakku anupiruken. Nee un resume ai avanukku anupi vai“
“Un friend endha ooru da?”
“Madurai, yen kekkarey?”
“Illa avanum Coimbatore la Pixelperfect la irundavano nu bayam daan”
“Dei, Idu oru freak incident. Naan avan kitte “payyan rombo creative, nalla work pannuvaan ana resume fake nu informal a sollirukken.. Epdiyum test madhiri vepaanga. edhuna site kuduthu layout design panna solvaanga……Adu nalla pannina onnum problem irukaadu. Experience certifcates laam ready panniruviya? HR la keppanga epdiyum”
“Adhellam onnum problem illa da… Epdiyum panniruven…Naan udaney anuparen da. Rombo Thanks da… bye. Aprom naaney call panren da” he promised as he ended the call.
He went to the nearby browsing center and promptly submitted his resume to Shekar’s friend. Shekar was more of Murali’s friend than his personal friend. Yet he showed more concern for his situation than Murali. That is one of ironies of Life.
That night Prasanna could not sleep properly. Thoughts of his fun-filled school life, his boisterous college years, his freaking weekend trips to Ooty in bikes with his college friends, the culturals they organized, the college elections, the emotional farewell, and finally each of his friend choosing a path and moving out of the city loomed large in his mind.
Life took a wicked turn for him when is father died in a massive heart attack all of a sudden. That was a bit too fast to react. Mr.Krishnan, an engineer, took his breakfast and went out in his Kinetic Honda but did not return alive for lunch. He had complained about a small discomfort and then collapsed in his friend’s shop in Tatabad before any medical help could be sought. It was all over in 10 minutes. Even before Prasanna culd go and see his dad alive for one last time.
Life has become sheer agony since that day. The embarassment at the hands of his relatives – both amma’s and appa’s, the cheating by the IT training institute where he did his course, the struggle in that 8×8 Mansion in Natesan Street when his mother Indira was struggling with the ways of the world in Coimbatore all alone…. Tears escaped his eyes.
He silently recited “Athimuga Vithaga Ingara Vinayaga..” his mom had taught him when he was a kid.
What if he did that test well in Konark and got selected?
Konark was in Old Mahabalipuram Road well beyond Shozhinganallur. Commuting will be a problem. But heck, nothing is a problem if he can get a break. He was even prepared to go to Afghanisthan for work, leave alone Shozhinganallur.
That thought of a good opening and a real chance in Konark gave him a lot of comfort. He slowly drifted to sleep..
Little did Prasanna know that life indeed was beginning to show its brighter side to him via Konark.
Prasanna would not have slept had he been aware of the heights he is going to reach in his life in Konark and beyond.
November 9th, 2005 at 6:46 pm
thats nice, the ending, giving us a hint of whats to come and asking us to come for more!!!
November 9th, 2005 at 8:16 pm
The para I like the best was the one that began Life has become sheer agony… Thats the sort of emotional reflection that you do really well.
November 9th, 2005 at 8:58 pm
@monu
dhoda thozhil ragasiyam ellam velila solla koodadu
just kidding.
the reason was i wanted to give prasanna character a wel deserved rest and write abt madhav and seema
November 9th, 2005 at 9:11 pm
@j’adore
to tell u some facts, yes i too have suffered in my life when i lost my dad. my father died in similiar sitn as the story.
only that i was lucky in my career..
so no wonder that para came out well.
November 10th, 2005 at 7:15 am
Karthi - seems like I am reading your own life - esp about Mr Krishnan. I cannot forget that day.
November 10th, 2005 at 9:27 am
Mr. PK - i knw & perhaps thats why i liked it so much
November 10th, 2005 at 2:28 pm
Now lemme tell my prediction. Now the resume will b sent. He will b called. Chennaiyil mazhaikaalam.So if he has to reach there & save money, he shud take an early. Nobody wud have come to office yet and it will b around 2 hrs for his time of interview. He goes to a browsing centre which is open in basement/grd floor. The office is in first floor.
CUT
The interviewing mgr wud have also come early and may b the browsing cum computer center is owned by his friend. Prasanna will get bored of browsing and will try out some layout for his blogsite. The interviewer will b very much impressed by it but he won’t say anything.So Prasanna won’t know.
CUT
Interview time.
Prasanna will sit opposite to interviewer. The interviewer will say he is selected without asking much ques. Prasanna(like all heroes) ’s conscience will talk to him. He will think he is cheating such a gud person by giving fake experience. So he will confess saying, Poi solli vara vendiya velai ennakku vendaam. Then Interviewer will appreciate his honesty and say that he has already seen his web designing work in browsing centre.
Aha aha aha! Self-appreciation
November 10th, 2005 at 2:39 pm
Your whole life is being loaded in one post of the blog…
November 11th, 2005 at 6:34 pm
Hmmm, naan ezhudhuna kadhaikku oru response illa.
November 12th, 2005 at 11:54 am
Ellam ezhudhittu last line la oru silver lining for Prasanna. Appa sentiment amma sentiment, pillayar kovil etc..etc.nu Mahanadhi cinema madhiri touch panniteenga PK.
BTW, I remember I used to go round and round Madras in 1983-84 in search of a Programmer trainee job..with a genuine resume..with no luck..!! Finally I went to Bombay and the same morning….got a great job.!! Now its all History.
But when I read Prasanna’s job search It reminded me of my younger days.!!
Good going PK…..engeyo odhaikkudhu….Kadhaanaayagan…ummm..!! Ok, I’ll ask later.!!
November 12th, 2005 at 7:37 pm
if u get the chance 2 make this story as a film i can imagine when u talk abt the flashback days in college..that is where u will have 2 include the item number the producer will force u 2 include!!!
aduta cheran neengadan polla iruke!