The
sun rays gleamed through the window. Another beautiful day. Muku, that is what
he preferred to be called instead of the long Mukeeesh bestowed upon him.
He lets his positive vibes fill the air
“Whyyyy!!Why the hell is the Weekend over”. Deep breadth. “Ahem Ahem.. it’s out”. Jumps off the bed. Turns on the music on full blast.
He had done all the right things. Topped in class 3rd.Engineering.MBA. The same would be known to every other Ramu, Bablu or Pappu who had been fortunate to have shared ten seconds of his life with Muku ji. “I don’t like to boast..but sharing helps in strengthening relations, nahi?.That’s why I’m telling you.” Muku was a man of solid convictions.
So now a big decision had to be taken. He stood there in deep reflection. The tension on his face suggested something mammoth was coming up. Then it was spoken in grave seriousness..”Which shirt should I wear?” Reasoning it out loud was the strength which had always held him in good stead. So he began. “I have two clean shirts. Monday and Tuesday are sorted. But what about the rest of the three more horrid weekdays? Hmmm... I shall save for the future.”Muku knew planning ahead was one of his key strengths.
” On Friday my boss and the beautiful lady hadn’t come. So I can repeat my Friday outfit. And my impression management mission won’t be hindered.” His goals were crystal clear.
” I’m a freaking geeenius! ”
Dressed up and empowered by the good decisions he had made, he began to leave for the place which paid his bills.
Suddenly he remembered he hadn’t checked his plan for the day. Muku’s life was planned at least 2 weeks in advance.
“Being organized is in my blood. I don’t have to make an effort. It’s a way of life” as he used to say.
So he began his search for his schedule dairy and after 30 minutes of examining all the possible piles. He opened it and read the schedule for the day, “2 October 2010 ….Holiday- plan later”.
“Oops an odd unplanned day. Shuks!” he muttered. So he slowly took of his tie. Sat down to start the planning phase. Since having his jaws moving somehow helped him to get the brain juices flowing, stretched his hand and put the half chewed gum from the fridge into his awaiting mouth.
So almost automatically the awesomeness began to flow…”10 am- Sleep…10.05-dream…12 pm-eat…12.30-plan ahead”.
There was a knock on the door.”Who could that be” he wondered and the time was 9.50 am. Since the schedule of sleeping was set from 10 am he had limited time to give to the visitor. He was confident he had the soft skills which he had perfected over years to handle this tricky situation he was in. “The sleeping must begin from 10, I am a man of my words.., at least to Myself..” he stated as he moved towards the door.
Then as he slowly opened the door he found it was his childhood friend Bablu. He had come after a few years. As he welcomed him with a hug and asked him to sit, a voice spoke from within ” Scheduuule…A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. And I cannot let emotion get in the way to my road to greatness. Sticking to one’s schedule was definitely on that same path”.
By now Bablu was seated and was telling about some person he was going to marry. Muku had just about five minutes to get Bablu’s tashreef(Butt) out of his door and get to the awaiting bed.
Muku knew it was time to use his gifted verbal expertise so he began,…
”So Bablu you must be thirsty.”
”Ya mukesh some water would be fine.”
“Water just water. No Bablu bhai, no. There is this ‘mast bhanta’(awesome lemon ade) that is available is the store downstairs, on this auspicious occasion, let me treat you with one.”
He didn’t know how he would be back by ten but one thing he was sure of, one step at a time. Step one: Tashreef out.
Over years of advice given by Harsha Bhogle he had learnt “When there is a massive score in front of you. Break it into small targets. Session by session.”
So as he gave the order for the drink. The time was 9.58.Two minutes to go.”Come on Muku” he emboldened himelf. He knew he would have to make a sprint. So before that, he had to do some warm up without making it obvious to the world around.
So with artistry and panache he did his warm up for the next 45 seconds. Tying his laces. Scratching his back. Trying to reach the biscuit on the top shelf. The time had arrived.
Greatness was calling out.
So he tapped Bablu on the shoulder…”Bablu bhai, nature’s calling have to scoot…congratulations!!”
The sprint. No looking back. Forgeting the dumbfounded expression on Bablu. He raced up the stairs.
Shut the door. A puff of dust. Sweat dripping down his forehead. Time: 10 seconds to go.
Shoes off. A dive into the bed. Phew!! Last words from the man before hitting the schedule, “Mission Accomplished.”
Success is never far when the goals are clear and you have the passion to follow.Never.
Danny Kaye's words seem just right sometimes" I wasn't born a fool. It took work to get this way."
He lets his positive vibes fill the air
“Whyyyy!!Why the hell is the Weekend over”. Deep breadth. “Ahem Ahem.. it’s out”. Jumps off the bed. Turns on the music on full blast.
He had done all the right things. Topped in class 3rd.Engineering.MBA. The same would be known to every other Ramu, Bablu or Pappu who had been fortunate to have shared ten seconds of his life with Muku ji. “I don’t like to boast..but sharing helps in strengthening relations, nahi?.That’s why I’m telling you.” Muku was a man of solid convictions.
So now a big decision had to be taken. He stood there in deep reflection. The tension on his face suggested something mammoth was coming up. Then it was spoken in grave seriousness..”Which shirt should I wear?” Reasoning it out loud was the strength which had always held him in good stead. So he began. “I have two clean shirts. Monday and Tuesday are sorted. But what about the rest of the three more horrid weekdays? Hmmm... I shall save for the future.”Muku knew planning ahead was one of his key strengths.
” On Friday my boss and the beautiful lady hadn’t come. So I can repeat my Friday outfit. And my impression management mission won’t be hindered.” His goals were crystal clear.
” I’m a freaking geeenius! ”
Dressed up and empowered by the good decisions he had made, he began to leave for the place which paid his bills.
Suddenly he remembered he hadn’t checked his plan for the day. Muku’s life was planned at least 2 weeks in advance.
“Being organized is in my blood. I don’t have to make an effort. It’s a way of life” as he used to say.
So he began his search for his schedule dairy and after 30 minutes of examining all the possible piles. He opened it and read the schedule for the day, “2 October 2010 ….Holiday- plan later”.
“Oops an odd unplanned day. Shuks!” he muttered. So he slowly took of his tie. Sat down to start the planning phase. Since having his jaws moving somehow helped him to get the brain juices flowing, stretched his hand and put the half chewed gum from the fridge into his awaiting mouth.
So almost automatically the awesomeness began to flow…”10 am- Sleep…10.05-dream…12 pm-eat…12.30-plan ahead”.
There was a knock on the door.”Who could that be” he wondered and the time was 9.50 am. Since the schedule of sleeping was set from 10 am he had limited time to give to the visitor. He was confident he had the soft skills which he had perfected over years to handle this tricky situation he was in. “The sleeping must begin from 10, I am a man of my words.., at least to Myself..” he stated as he moved towards the door.
Then as he slowly opened the door he found it was his childhood friend Bablu. He had come after a few years. As he welcomed him with a hug and asked him to sit, a voice spoke from within ” Scheduuule…A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. And I cannot let emotion get in the way to my road to greatness. Sticking to one’s schedule was definitely on that same path”.
By now Bablu was seated and was telling about some person he was going to marry. Muku had just about five minutes to get Bablu’s tashreef(Butt) out of his door and get to the awaiting bed.
Muku knew it was time to use his gifted verbal expertise so he began,…
”So Bablu you must be thirsty.”
”Ya mukesh some water would be fine.”
“Water just water. No Bablu bhai, no. There is this ‘mast bhanta’(awesome lemon ade) that is available is the store downstairs, on this auspicious occasion, let me treat you with one.”
He didn’t know how he would be back by ten but one thing he was sure of, one step at a time. Step one: Tashreef out.
Over years of advice given by Harsha Bhogle he had learnt “When there is a massive score in front of you. Break it into small targets. Session by session.”
So as he gave the order for the drink. The time was 9.58.Two minutes to go.”Come on Muku” he emboldened himelf. He knew he would have to make a sprint. So before that, he had to do some warm up without making it obvious to the world around.
So with artistry and panache he did his warm up for the next 45 seconds. Tying his laces. Scratching his back. Trying to reach the biscuit on the top shelf. The time had arrived.
Greatness was calling out.
So he tapped Bablu on the shoulder…”Bablu bhai, nature’s calling have to scoot…congratulations!!”
The sprint. No looking back. Forgeting the dumbfounded expression on Bablu. He raced up the stairs.
Shut the door. A puff of dust. Sweat dripping down his forehead. Time: 10 seconds to go.
Shoes off. A dive into the bed. Phew!! Last words from the man before hitting the schedule, “Mission Accomplished.”
Success is never far when the goals are clear and you have the passion to follow.Never.
Danny Kaye's words seem just right sometimes" I wasn't born a fool. It took work to get this way."
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