Wednesday, 16 November 2011

King of good times turns king of hard times…

I am a great fan of Kingfisher, the beer that is. Over time, I have also extended that same loyalty to some of the other brand extensions of Kingfisher – mostly the calendar and the lifestyle channel, but to a lesser measure, the Airlines also. The testosterone teasing smart (sexy?) outfits of the crew alongwith the promise of the Alfa Male(ya) having hand-picked them did help. But what really seemed to work for Kingfisher was the promise of GLAMOUR – with a big, loud and red G. Ceteris Paribus (All things being equal) – millions added a certain oomph to their air-miles. To the sex-starved male species (and there are over half a billion of those thanks to the skewed gender ratios) raised on sheepish glances at the flash of skin – even if it was just the calf, Kingfisher’s was a bold move. It challenged the prevailing social balance – albeit 30,000 ft above the earth. No longer could you ignore that scarlet stewardess who could pass the uniform color to your cheek by a mere smile (or a glare). And then, you had in-flight entertainment. A perfect panacea for the chatter-till-death us. And we gleefully mopped it up.
But this journey from cocktails to cockpits has been a heady one – fraught with high costs, unaccommodating regulatory policies and steep fuel costs. Kingfisher, despite its promoters’ endorsement of high-octane Formula 1, may have found negotiating with these turns far more challenging. The point of this article, however, is not to delve into the reasons of turbulence at Kingfisher. My point is far from being esoteric. It is got to do with the farcical hypocrisy that is being played around these days in Kingfisher Airlines – if you are lucky to board one that is. But then, that is another matter.
The Alfa Male(ya) Welcome Speech: C’mon guys, get real – we know you are currently in the spot between the devil & the deep blue sea (sky?). So let’s drop the pretence. Pinch me hard for I don’t see myself being a guest of Mr. Mallya. Unless, he likes to put them up in crammed seats, doesn’t offer welcome drinks (no, not beer), offers water only when asked or as per schedule. I am happy to hear a short crisp message from the pilot promising that I’ll reach my destination on time. And let’s not even discuss the ‘personal selection’ of the flight crew by our man. I select the Victoria’s Secret Models then.
The non-operational In-flight entertainment devices: Yes, I acknowledge that Kingfisher raised the domestic travel bar through this. But let’s not tease your paying guests. For, there can’t be a more cruel torture than to have a television set in front without sound! How do you know when to laugh in Friends’ Season X’ millionth re-run? And please stop assigning technical reasons for the non-operability of the instruments. A technical snag delays flights, a technical issue results in cancelled flights and a technical error plays havoc with the ticketing system. May be, technically correct – but this tectonic shift in resolving technological issues is definitely not helping. You can fly a plane but not the play the TV – go fly a kite! Again – get honest, cover the screens or disable the controls.
I am not at a fault finding spree here. I am still flying Kingfisher – in fact, have 4 flights with them in the next 30 days. And I am really hoping that all flights do take-off and there are no technical (or otherwise) snags! Keeping the fingers crossed – this is one rough weather that I am hoping the Airlines will come out of.
There was once this airlines
Promise it did a king of good times
Sexy crew dressed in scarlet red
As hard times fell, creditors it dread
Far from the symbol of life well spent
Deeper and deeper in red it went
Fret not, there may still be reason to cheer
Just focus on Whiskey, vodka & good old beer

Thursday, 22 September 2011

Wonderlust!!!

Rolling in the rigmarole
Oblivious in staid and routine cadence
Through peril and hazard trifling
Salvaging another after one incidence
Chasing goals chimerical
Dreams but gone asunder
No gait upright none eyes bright
Where wonder is that thunder!

In the worldly pursuit of happiness
Collateral always is independence
Fueled by desires unsatiated
Deeper I sink in blithe decadence
May a day arrive I awake
Bound by none and any rejoinder
The path uncertain and promises none
My heart I follow, may it wander

Will such a day come ever
I wonder I wonder I wonder!

Friday, 16 September 2011

Ode to a teacher!!!


At crossroads stood the boy
Strife strewn and confused,
One end lay conformity supreme
Dreams at the other side extreme
At every step the expectations piled
Dream on my child, dream on my child

One comes across seldom
A person so severe yet so tender
And the gift greatest she gave
In victory and defeat to behave
Not despair nor celebrate wild
Dream on my child, dream on my child

Preparing to make in a world mark
Of possibilities glorious and misses gory
The hand that guided in uncertainty dark
Instilled courage in those days hoary
Belief that no dream was ever mild
Dream on my child, dream on my child

Every day our deeds did you tire
When words failed even action awaited
Yet you never ceased to inspire
You were the beacon that never abated 
How I wish I could turn back the clock
Thank you for everything my teacher, you rock!

Thursday, 15 September 2011

A Beautiful Day.... wasted!!!

In the partial darkness of dawn
From deep slumber I once again rise
As the sun threatens to break the hold
Of the night cold my lips concede
A smile for the promise of a day
A beautiful day indeed

Armed with the fury of a man possessed
The conflagration that comes from within
Up and about for the day ahead
Perspiring and toiling hard I prepare  
Brimming with energy and youth
And the poise that experiences feed

Brings the 1st shot of caffeine
Attention to any hint of forbearance
Followed by another that interrupts
The monotony of the listless hour
Indulged again in chores trivial
I wait and wait for the eternal deed

With the strength of the sun weakening
I forbid hope to forfeit in despair
And the prospect of a brighter morrow
More hope and strength I borrow
Reminiscing about how sweet hard days tasted
This was, after all, just another beautiful day, wasted