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    Nuggets Of Nostalgia: larning management throught a romantic yet educative story
    Nuggets Of Nostalgia: larning management throught a romantic yet educative story
    Nuggets Of Nostalgia: larning management throught a romantic yet educative story
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    Nuggets Of Nostalgia: larning management throught a romantic yet educative story

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    A budding film director and a wannabe film producer are in need of a movie script that can upsurge the box office. The would -be director approaches a novice but promising writer who writes a romantic story for the film. The story portrays childhood love and lost friendship. It is a touching story of a group of four childhood friends and girlfriends who are separated due to various reasons. Years later the protagonist attempts to track down his companions and this forms the background of the story. The protagonist who is a now renowned doctor easily forgets his early love for the sake of his career. But finally he understands that the real meaning of success lies in contentment. #v&spublishers
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherV&S Publishers
    Release dateFeb 14, 2012
    ISBN9789350572818
    Nuggets Of Nostalgia: larning management throught a romantic yet educative story

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      Nuggets Of Nostalgia - EDITORIAL BOARD

      Ghosh

      Prologue

      The Conspiracy

      Brief Biography of the daunting duo compelled me!

      Before I embark on unfolding this newest offering of mine – a romantic story of teen age romance, I must flag off with the brief introductions of two important personalities, who not only played key roles in pushing me into the ocean of trouble but also were successful in throwing off their burdens on my weak shoulder (The right meaning, as per them, might be providing an opportunity to uplift the quality of my life but to me it was indeed a great disquiet).

      Keshav Prasad Shrivastava

      Let me start with this first and foremost person. My childhood friend! A few years elder to me, yet prefers to be called as my buddy than ‘bade bhaiya’. My baba and his pitaji were colleagues in ‘Seth Sukhlal Primary School, Singur’. And so this ‘bhai-bhai’ relationship!

      Earlier Keshav had worked as director’s assistant’s assistant and extra supporting role in some little known Hindi and Bhojpuri films. (As he claims and I never bothered to verify his claim as big brother shall be kept away from any unpleasant reservation. Anyway, we may spare him with the benefit of doubts!)

      Yet, in this big world of film making he is still known as a struggler. Although I strongly disbelieve it as once or twice, I have seen people winging for him for a trifle role in movies. In spite of close proximity of the glittery film world, his own personal world had traditionally remained drab and grey, a typical bachelor by all means. Some people those who envy him, often say that he is already married to his work although his first ever fully directed film is yet to even conceive.

      Omprakash Kedia

      Altogether a different personality …A big shot of our locality! A neo-affluent businessman! A cash rich milching cow! The man who is always in look out for a new venture for making money! The personality is often referred as Kedia Seth.

      As a well-known name in the ascending real estate market of the fast growing metropolitan city, Kedia Seth possesses an exciting career profile in the form of venturing and wheeling out a wide range of diversified business. He has risen from scratch and aims to touch the sky. During economic boom, he had made a great fortune from the surging real estate market. The kitty of this huge cash is still on wait to way out for making a new ground for a new business. He is almost open to every lucrative thing to give a try.

      The duo’s old wine type relationship

      Keshav knew Kedia, as both of them once lived in the same neighbourhood at Maruti Chawl, Marol Village, Mumbai sharing the community toilet and the sole water tap. Keshav’s father, Late Rambhilash Shrivastava was once Kedia’s private tutor. (Of course as post-retirement assignment!) To respect that relation, Keshav calls him as ‘Kedia Uncle’

      As a student, Kedia uncle was an ace for coming up with alibis for bunking class and coming out untouched. This was because he was an in born orator. His proficiency in logical arguments and jargons for avoiding punishment could defeat any proficient lawyer. In later part of his life these plus points of his skill became his greatest strength for becoming a well-to-do businessman.

      In the gauge of acquaintance as known by others and popularity, as I perceive, Keshav Prasad is also not at all a new name particularly in the circles of film kingdom. However, in comparison to Kedia Seth, he always falls short; an ant in front of an elephant. Kedia Seth enjoys the privileged status of a ‘house maker’ and always there is a queue of ‘house hunters’ at his darbar. He employs ‘n’ numbers of nefarious methods during this house making process aka real estate business. As a result, the people closely around him and teeming up at every occasion actually hate him whereas my friend Keshav Prasad is truly people’s person.

      Kedia Seth wanted to enlarge his circle of acquaintances further. In fact, he wished to move around like an elephant crowned with esteem and fame in his concrete jungle. To emboss his own name in the glittering words, he tried many avenues but with little success. He found one of the easily doable things could be film producing, which would give both name and fame. While making and selling real estates, he saw many builders turning into film producers and enjoy the close proximity of the lovely heroines and stars. If any Tom, Dick & Harry, who even had lesser accumulated wealth than his, could produce films, then why can’t he? Another reason, this fledging and shrewd businessman needed a cover for his other activities.

      However, his long cherished wish to make an extravagant Bollywood blockbuster remained a wish forever, as so long he had always dared to take a high risk on his skillfully earned stocks. This was because he had also seen more numbers of bankrupt producers than the high flyers. Moreover, he was not getting any reliable person on whom he could safely bet. As a beginner he always felt that he should attempt to enter into this giant silvery world with silent baby steps keeping the affair the lowest possible affair. The idea of producing a low budget film entered into his mind.

      My friend Keshav, being bored of his struggler’s life badly, wanted a break. As a result, both the wannabes joined hands to make a feature film based on shoe string budget which meant sans of all sorts of extravagance. That meant a real movie which would be free from glamour stars and exciting locations but based on a strong story that would be full of melodramas enough to magnetize the viewers and side by side plumping the producer’s pocket.

      Thus, two old wines got ready for a new cocktail….

      The conspiracy began

      To turn their combo wish into a reality, the duo was in dire need of a film script that could click at the box office even without much of investment. According to Kedia Seth’s open declaration,

      A new venture, nothing wrong to try our rookie hands; I should not commit any hefty expenditure. We must play safe. Expenses must be strictly under control. Keshav, your job will be to keep account of each and every rupee spent. We should give more importance to the story than depending upon netting star actors and booking extravagance shooting locations.

      Temptation of carrot! Kedia Seth’s open declaration appeared as an open order to Keshav, especially when uncle is the producer. And producer’s wish is like a law. He was fully charged to fulfil his would be producer’s wish.

      Yes! Yes! Very correct! We must see to it that we have very little to lose He nodded his head like a spring doll. When his vertical motion died down he started afresh.

      "Uncle, do we have … I mean … have you thought of any special rituals for the success our film?

      ‘Our film’!!!! Stressing on it Keshav wanted to make sure of his role. But Kedia uncle was not that much enthusiastic. He replied in his pungent ordering tone.

      What for you’re there, man, if I need to do everything? Go get yourself into action.

      Keshav Jumped into action. He at first tried with some eminent publishers and also with some bestselling desi-novels but each of these stuffs failed to win Kedia’s mind as all of them would involve huge outflow of cash as purchase of rights.

      Kedia was also not in favor of spending too much money on the story as he felt that there are many good but financially dumb writers, who will be willing to line up in queue to offer their stories for film making.

      Moreover, combining the jobs of story writer and screenplay writer into an ‘combi role’ also makes sense. As a result, he almost ordered Keshav,

      Hunt for a new writer, who really knows writing Kedia was dam sure that all writers need not know what writing is! With brief pause, he reaffirmed his order with a fresh bunch of red fresh carrot.

      Use your sweet tongue, dear and show the ruddy picture of our film kingdom to your bloody writer. Let him fall in love with your world and then suck out a good stuff from him.

      So casually he said as if he was an ace hunter in his previous birth. And the great job of writing was no different than squeezing out juice from sugar cane. Moreover emotional black mailing! Luring a new writer means a lot of savings in scripts.

      Keshav, for a moment, felt horrible but the carrot of career made him deaf.

      With a naughty 40 smile on his lips cocktailing with an ogled eye Kedia further said,

      Even if box office shows us red, we should not lose much. At least the festivals award committees will adorn us with some great medals and big trophies. A short pause to transform his naughty smile into a firm advice!

      We’ll be benefited in two ways. Firstly, we’ll get publicity at no cost. A great saving indeed! And secondly, we will be able to compensate ourselves through the sale of telecast rights to Dooradarshan, as their eyes are always eagle focused for such award winning stuffs. … Money will follow fame. Have you understood? Kedia Seth was pondering on the most lucrative alternative to bail himself out even in case of an absolute free fall in the box office failure. At least, Keshav thought so from uncle’s cryptically designed repeated parlances. That is why, he said cracking his knuckles,

      Sure uncle, I’ll spot out a good author as early as possible.

      Keshav started his frantic search of a writer who would write free of cost for them. And when he span off all of his energy, he …… remembered his softest target.

      FATE OF A

      FILMY STORY

      One

      Republic Day Special!

      Pep talk of my new errand – A great saga of my life!

      Hey Indra, can you write a story for me?

      Before I could express my astonishment on the ‘first-face-seen-in-the morning’, my friend Keshav Prasad apologetically jumped on me and asked with his usual highly loaded Bhojpuri accent and round oily face prancing all over with Lalu Bhaiya type of smile.

      To respond the remorse resonance of the door-bell which woke me up, I had gotten up; with ruffed hair and puffy eyes walked up to the only entrance door of my one room abode and had half opened it.

      I was yet to decide about what I should say as my reply to him!

      He was still modestly standing at the entrance door of my one room flat sans any extra curiosity to peep inside. After climbing three floors of our vertically mounted matchbox size apartment to catch me out in the early morning hours before I could disperse off for the day, he was panting like a black stallion backing up from the Mahalaxmi race course after completing its hundredth round.

      It was crack of dawn for me. I was yet to recover from the chilling shock of the broken sleep; still cursing him for waking me up just-like-that. A cauldron of rage was still boiling inside me.

      His request appeared as an attempt of cutting delayed (or advanced) April fool’s joke. I rubbed my sleep clogged eyes for a while and initiated a mental self talk to truly understand what he said.

      ‘Story writing and me? … What the bugger wants to mean? Is he serious? … Or he has something else in his mind! I don’t deny that in college days, once or twice I had written one or two page articles for those free magazines and also a few more unpublished ones. Still, a full fledge story writing is certainly beyond my capacity. A perpetual vagabond like me can only become a canteen comedian for his college or office buddies! Anything else is beyond imagination!’

      I failed to think anything more…

      I continued to stand there in silence as it was both out of the blue as well as unbelieving surprise for me. I looked at the wallclock rotating my head hundred degree towards my back. It was 6 AM, which meant exactly three hours prior to the set time of my alarm clock.

      ‘This means … the bugger has already eaten away one-third of my pleasure time and now wants to tease me with those rotten jokes’– I said to myself. However …

      Come inside first, yaar …

      I told him with eyes full of drowsiness, trembling legs and groggy mind but totally suppressing my current inward feelings towards him.

      Before I could complete, he instantly rushed in like a flood victim sprinting towards relief and reached by my bed, the only place I had to offer my guests, to sit. He snuggled cross-legged yogic Sukhasayana posture on the wrinkled bed pushing aside my favorite pillow with white frill cover, batik printed bedsheet and other accessories compelling me to completely forgo my incomplete pleasure slumber for the remaining part of the day.

      As you already know, Keshav and I are longtime friends much before his forays into the dazzling world of silvery screen. He knew that I often write a bit, a knack which is yet to become public and that resulted into his infiltration into my private world.

      Probably he was unaware of the fate of all my articles so far; which were rejected by the publishers and none could be seen in print, as a result I was compelled to un-shackle myself forever from this idiotic hobby.

      I hurriedly washed my face to look as normal as possible and stood in front of him, face to face, to listen him elaborately.

      He took a few minutes more to settle down and narrated his entire episode with Kedia in detail and the real reason of his urgency for coming and meeting me; all within shortest possible time. He then coolly relayed Kedia’s order with additional sugar coated request by asking,

      Will you mind by writing something that can be easily traded of?

      So long, I had been listening to him attentively. The reason for his bumping on me at this early morning was indeed impressive and it was something that needed flawless appreciation. I didn’t hesitate to complement his efforts by saying,

      Your proposal sounds good … And thanks for remembering me for this eminent assignment

      He gave a bloated smile as an acknowledgement of my complement. But soon the smile from his face evaporated when I said,

      I need some time to think. … I need to frame up my mind.

      Time? I wanted it yesterday, man. I expect you to run, man, to catch up against running up time. And as far as mind framing is concern, I’m confident you can definitely do it.

      ‘At least someone has shown his confidence on me. All are not like that dumb-ass boss of mine, Dineshkumar’ I thought.

      I told Keshav to wait and turned the gas stove on. At least it would give me some time to think. I heard his raspy voice from the back,

      "Absolutely don’t bother about hospitality. Main to ghar-ka-admi hoon! No formality is okay with me. I need hardly a five minutes of your time before I leave".

      I returned with a tray with two half-filled glasses of steaming coffee and an un-opened small packet of Parle-G. I sat on a stool opposite to him absolutely face to face.

      By then he had already altered his posture and perched to sprawl across ninety percent of my bed. He took a sip without attempting to open the biscuit packet. His badly twisted nose hinted that he was not very much used to the smell of milk powder. Probably the smell of buffalo milk had been always his preference. However, his serious discourse continued.

      I won’t take much time; maybe five or ten minutes max; then I’ll leave, I need your reply before that.

      Keshav reassured me of his time frame with his first sip.

      I realise your urgency

      I said in a feeble voice and concentrated on my cup as if I was a veteran in the field of Philanthropy. Yet, my mind was telling something else,

      ‘Crap! The bugger will stay here for five more minutes to bore me; man –decide first!!!’

      K. Dineshkumar, a perfect village-mother-in-law type nagging boss of mine had already termed me as an incompetent engineer of his office. According to him, I am the most useless creature in this universe. A good for nothing kind of chap!

      Driven to wall, even the foolest of the fools will give a try to survive. My mind was brimming with to start something afresh and new to make myself free from the clutches of Dineshkumar. I felt like snatching Keshav’s offer to prove my worthless brain’s worthiness. At that moment, like Keshav, I too felt the necessity of a break; a twist of fate.

      It seemed to become a writer was the order of the day and scrapping out the proposal meant hacking own leg. … Yet I had the ghost of fear in mind, the fear for failure and that made me speechless.

      I was still contesting with my mind. Flip-flop had no sign of damping down. At that crucial moment, against ticking of clock, someone as my own thought prompted into my ear,

      ‘Thou shalt help thy friend and compose a work of fiction!’

      The instruction received by my ear quickly transmitted to my head and continued to prance there for some more time. From my head it got transmitted to heart. I took no time to roll up my sleeves mentally with a high expectation of adorning the one and only one feather in my torn cap and got emotionally ready to jump into the fray. … And I gave my externally reluctant but internally jubilant consent by saying,

      Okay! I’ll then write something on social issues

      Social issue did not catch him well. His oily face turning into pale was the indication. He further clarified to mould my thoughts,

      Social issues? Man! We’re not planning to make a documentary. We intent to make a low budget feature film.

      Yeah! I understood. I meant an attractive dialogue oriented story highlighting social issues

      His protruded quizzical look appeared perfectly on line with that of Kedia, squeezing out sugarcane juice.

      He shrugged and asked for an elaboration by asking,

      Have you thought of anything? I could sniff the most critical issue confronting him was extracting finance from Kedia for his dream project and the so called ‘social issue’ might not do this job well. I had to niche my reply accordingly.

      Not really! But, I feel, I must write something on the social issues. Say, difficulties faced by the city teenagers; their problems and the society’s apathy towards this.

      Oops! That means another addition to the great list of Indian Panorama! Oh no! …. I can’t even think of an amendment to the list … Do we’ve less of them in numbers? … Salam Bombay! … New Delhi! … Calcutta’ 71! … Hyderabad Blues! … Chowrangee Lane! … Bhopal Express … Probably the last thing remained in the list is Patna 420! … And you want to make a film story based on that? … Strictly NO! … No! No! No!

      Keshav was hilarious about his hometown Patna and side by side skeptical of making a film on social issues faced by city teenagers. I didn’t stop him in spite of knowing that he was mixing up names and issues.

      Keshav’s face became dry. I sniffed a jam. When he almost got up from the bed and feigned to leave, I realised my mistake. I imagined a box office full passionate audience squealing with tears and emotions. I shot a more convincing arrow.

      Okay baba, since you’re so much allergic on social issue then I’ll not only raise a day-to-day real life issue but also train my characters to find out a solution … Or otherwise I’ll write a pure love story. I’m sure that you’re not allergic to love, are you?

      LOVE – This four letter word has its own trance.

      ‘Love story! A three hour full of romance!’

      The idea itself can generate severe heart throbs. My dart had hit the right target.

      He retraced a few steps and returned. His ears stood almost tall and straight, as if he wanted to say, ‘No problem dear, let me listen about love now!’ but nostrils sniffed some hodgepodge stuff made of ‘love, longing and betrayal’. He commented with a strong tone concern.

      I don’t know what stuff you’re going to cook up but don’t forget to make it hot and pungent

      I am totally against the concept of hot, spicy or pungent stuff. Such talk always mortifies me at the same time I never wanted their ambitious project come to a stall. I asked,

      Think again what you really want – a hot stuff or an award winning feature film. A good film based on a good story or an inferior masala movie. Respect and pride or press criticism

      I had put forward too many ‘either-or’s. I was sure my doubt had put him in knotty dilemma. He could not reply anything immediately owing me an edge to suggest him an alternative.

      Looking at your shoe string budget, I feel something on tender mind will be the right choice to pick up. Now-a-days a big chunk of our population suffers from a disease called ‘unhappiness’. Any book prescribing easy remedy of this disease sells well. Why not bring in some kinda happiness formula into a love story for a change?

      Keshav was still thoughtful. I continued to dump my ideas into his head with a lot of oratory adornments and ornamentation and finally concluded by saying,

      Who knows this brand of new masala may click well

      Probably I did my job perfectly because in no time he sprang up and said –

      Excellent idea! What are you waiting for then?

      I was thrilled to see his immediate reaction. Actually, I was expecting him to flag off some filmy gossip and gupshup as advisory comments to guide me but he was in so much frisson of excitement that he did not say anything of that sort.

      I felt extremely jovial to see that my gold studded oration could convince Keshav so easily. For a long time I had thought that oratory disease, a copyright of Kedia, yet it hadn’t even spared me. I was bloated to see my ability to convince someone. But …

      One more thing …

      Keshav took a pause without completing the sentence increasing my pulse rate. A fresh bout of fever raised in me in anticipation of fizzling out of an opportunity. Before it could knock me down, he started again,

      See, all of your characters must be fictitious. I don’t want to get entangled with any controversy at any stage.

      Old habits hard to die! Keshav sometimes likes to play the role of "bade bhaiya’. In this case, he never forgot to warn me by his patented way. I breathed a sigh of relief as I was thinking otherwise.

      Bas! That was it! As a result, drifting from the forte (of which even today I’m often doubtful) a pipsqueak like me agreed to cut teeth on a new venture, film story writing. No doubt a huge burden on my weak shoulder, yet I didn’t want to miss the chance.

      That day’s prompting instruction from ear, head and heart had later passed into my hand. As you see, my sole intention to take up the project of penning down a story was to prove my foolish boss wrong and make him understand that even a stupid creature (exclusively as per his scale!!) like me too can make a difference.

      For launching a new venture, everyday is auspicious for a pauper like me. … So no special ambience was necessary. And no wasting of time! … My trifle brain had already sent a signal to my right hand. It was forced to lift up

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