Mussadi-Man(Blogisode 8)

Episode 8: Destiny's Child

The journey comes to an end! Mussadi-man which started off here without much expectations ends with a dedicated fan following. I am sorry if i have kept you waiting for each of the blogisodes. It has been tough on my side holding them as well. So, now I end your misery! Here is the last blogisode..."The Destiny's Child"...some are going to hate me for this......some will find it worth commenting on...some will like it....a small section would love it....some will dissect it and feel that its not an apt ending....but one thing for sure....no one will hate Mussadi-man...and it feels great to achieve that much. It feels as bad to release this last blogisode as much i was excited at the release of the first one...Catch the last installment of the Mussadi-man saga....All yours!

Mussadi-Man(Blogisode 7)

Episode 7: Wings of Desire

(*This is the 7th installment of the 8 episode saga)

Thanx for bearing the delay....and thanx for following this saga....again some questions still linger after the 6th installment.....Does Mussadi-man get Senorita? Or will he continue to remain lonely? Does he get accepted? What is in store for him? Mussadi has given way to Mussadi-Man....the dashing lip gloss sniffing superhero...the only superhero whose powers get induced by lip gloss....Even superheroes are humans...and they succumb to all that a normal human does......watch on.....

Mussadi-Man(Blogisode 6)

Episode 6: The Rise

First of all a big thanks to all the visitors/readers/bloggers who have been followingMussadi-Man regularly. I had enjoyed every moment of painting my imagination in a film during the making of this video last year when i was still doing my MBA course. I am overwhelmed at the great response i got for these blogisodes. Mussadi-Man was to be a 6 episode saga, but given the support i have received from you all, i am feeling a lil sad to wrap it up in this post. I unearthed some raw files which were not to be a part of Mussadi-Man and devised a few more twists in the plot to inlude 2 more blogisodes. These clips were not according to any script, but i still have tried to weave in one to give you more of Mussadi-Man. It will be an 8 episode saga now. I know that the feeling of carrying on never dies away, but i would be helpless as have no more clips or raw files from which i can construct more of Mussadi-Man left with me...he he...so finally put the dreaded "The End" title at the end of the 8th blogisode. So, all you followers of Mussadi-Man have more of him to chew now. I am presenting the 6th blogisode to you know. This one is close to my heart as pulling this one out was a little tougher from the other ones. And this one requires no text to build up the momentum. Its only to be viewed and experienced. Its about the fight for justice. Its about giving back. Its about breaking the shackles of helplessness. Its about realising your inner powers. Its about the discovery of the trigger. Its about "The Rise".......The Rise of Mussadi-Man...take your popcorn.....sit back and relax.....and play the video.....enjoy!! Hail Mussadi!!

Mussadi-Man(Blogisode 5)

Blogisode 5: The Discovery
(*The actors shown in the video are just acting their part. They in no way share the traits that Mussadi/others shown in the video have displayed in the film. These guys have just helped me paint my imagination in a film. Hats off to them. Without their help, this video would have remained a dream. It would have been just a text post without the relentless support of people who have acted their parts in this film. This is a purely a work of fiction. The characters are fictitious and bear no resemblance to anyone living or dead. Any resemblance, if any, is purely coincidental and unintentional :) )
(This is the 5th installment of the 8 episode series)
Mussadi was butchered. No mercy was shown on him. He buckled and lay down on the ground when the mauling became too much to handle. He wasnt spared even then. The infuriated crowd kept beating him till their bones ached from the effort. Senorita had dropped her handbag spilling her belongings while escaping. She had escaped to safety and was hiding behind a bush watching the ghastly scenes occur at the distance. Her heart leapt for Mussadi who was being taken to the cleaners for no fault of his. Never had she known of any male going to such extent of physical torture for her. Oh, how she wished Mussadi would get up and fight. She looked around helplessly. Not a single soul in vicinity. She had dropped her cellphone along with her handbag which made her helpless. She knew that there would be friends of the guys waiting for her at the college gates. She could only watch in horror. She could only pray. After venting their frustration out on Mussadi the guys left. Mussadi slowly tried to get up. He was bleeding profusely. He searched around for his spectacles. He stumbled upon Senorita's lipgloss....the internal demons which were waiting to be unleashed since long found their outlet. Till this moment, whenever he had sniffed a lipgloss, it had been just for pleasure. Today there was a strange power he was feeling when the smell mixed with the anger in his blood. It was then that he made the discovery....

Mussadi-Man(Blogisode 4)

Blogisode 4: Butchered

(*The actors shown in the video are just acting their part. They in no way share the traits that Mussadi/others shown in the video have displayed in the film. These guys have just helped me paint my imagination in a film. Hats off to them. Without their help, this video would have remained a dream. It would have been just a text post without the relentless support of people who have acted their parts in this film. This is a purely a work of fiction. The characters are fictitious and bear no resemblance to anyone living or dead. Any resemblance, if any, is purely coincidental and unintentional :) )

(This is the 4th installment of the 8 episode series)

Mussadi was fighting a constant battle to conquer his internal demons and making up his mind to confront the misbehaving trio. He had no clue whether he should or shouldn’t. But when his thoughts would wander to the lady in trouble, Mussadi could see and feel nothing else. He decided to interfere. The trio was already infuriated with Senorita rejecting their advances. Their brains had stopped functioning. The virus of rejection had spread through their brains shutting off all senses which were remotely logical. They could neither think nor act straight. To top the mounting frustration because of the situation getting out of hand, they had a new roadblock in their path. Mussadi had jumped into the fire. He was like a chicken in the hands of a housewife, who gets into the process of marinating it for supper religiously once she has the chicken in her hands. Our Mussadi was a live chicken in this case. He had willingly jumped into the hands of anticipating souls for whom the mere thought of marinating was a pain reliever. Will his inner voice prevail and advise him to mind his own business? Or is it too late? What will be the consequences that he will have to face if he decides to interfere? Watch on….

Mussadi-Man(Blogisode 3)

Blogisode 3: The Dreamgirl
(*The actors shown in the video are just acting their part. They in no way share the traits that Mussadi/others shown in the video have displayed in the film. These guys have just helped me paint my imagination in a film. Hats off to them. Without their help, this video would have remained a dream. It would have been just a text post without the relentless support of people who have acted their parts in this film. This is a purely a work of fiction. The characters are fictitious and bear no resemblance to anyone living or dead. Any resemblance, if any, is purely coincidental and unintentional :) )

(This is the 3rd installment of the 8 episode series)
Days turned into weeks and weeks into months...Mussadi continued to remain a lonely soul. Strange are the ways of nature. It keeps the needy deprived and at the same time flushing people who want to run away from it with a truckload of trailers. Senorita was no different. She had the whole campus straining their necks for her attention. But Senorita needed no one. She was happy being in her own little world. If i would have been a professor, i would have for sure handed my students this case as a typical example of demand supply mismatch. But i was a mortal. I simply joined the crowd who were promising the moon to Senorita. Some tried to be different and promised other planets of our galaxy to Senorita. TJ went a step further and was given a thank you gift for his efforts, which warned others to stay within our galaxy. Nothing seemed to work. She was simply not bothered. Blame it on mounting frustration, things took a turn for the worse. Mussadi was returning to his hostel wing after submitting his report. He happened to notice the guys who were misbehaving with Senorita. He wanted to interfere. Something held him back. Would he be able to conquer his internal demons? Would he be able to confront the guys? Watch on...

Mussadi-Man(Blogisode 2)

(*The actors shown in the video are just acting their part. They in no way share the traits that Mussadi/others shown in the video have displayed in the film. These guys have just helped me paint my imagination in a film. Hats off to them. Without their help, this video would have remained a dream. It would have been just a text post without the relentless support of people who have acted their parts in this film. This is a purely a work of fiction. The characters are fictitious and bear no resemblance to anyone living or dead. Any resemblance, if any, is purely coincidental and unintentional :) )

Blogisode 2 - "Mussadi-The Unwanted"

Mussadi had expected the MBA course to be a cakewalk. He had dreamt of himself walking out of the campus with a degree and job letter in one hand, and his lady love in the other. But fate was playing strange games with Mussadi. The course demanded quality time from Mussadi and despite his academic prowess, he was finding it quite tough to manage. "Sleep" became an elusive term for him and he was slowly transforming into a walking zombie. Mussadi would doze off in class, inviting the ire of professors. It wont be wrong to say that he spent more time outside the class than inside, because he would invariably doze off midway through the lecture which some professors took as a personal insult. He became the laughing stock of the School of Management. The dreams he had seen at the time of entering the gates of the School of Management were crashing before his very eyes. No one sought his inputs in case discussions. His concerns would be dismissed as arbit talk. Other guys used Mussadi as a platform to gain a brownie point among the girls of the group by pulling his leg and cracking jokes on his pathetic existence. As if the external factors were not enough to trouble our man, he had to fight an internal battle constantly. Resisting the urge to rummage through the ladies hangbags and sniff that lipstick/lipgloss which he had so regularly done back at home was a tough task for him. Mussadi had made an attempt once, but landed up being caught and his very integrity was questioned. He was even "woman"handled that fateful afternoon. Nothing was working for our Mussadi. Things had taken a turn for the worse. What was Mussadi's destiny? What was in store for him? Would he be able to achieve his dream of walking out of campus with a girl in one hand and a job and degree in another?

Mussadi-Man(Blogisode 1)

(*This is a work of fiction. The characters are fictitious and bear no resemblance to anyone living or dead. Any resemblance, if any, is purely coincidental and unintentional :) )

Mussadi was a lonely soul. Right from his school days he had been yearning for friends. Though academically superior, he was always a beggar when it came to friendship and love. These were things alien to him. Was this god’s will to put a condition on his very existence and keep him deprived of these? This was one question Mussadi always asked to himself. From his school days, for reasons unknown, Mussadi always had a penchant for girlish stuff. He would derive pleasure from smelling lipsticks and rummaging through handbags of aunties who visited his home. He used to get strange sensations whenever he did so. He had felt an irresistible and unexplainable power reek into his veins every time he did so. But, never had he known what proximity to a girl was. He had never known what loving a girl was. He yearned for the feminine touch, the care and love his sweetheart would shower on him. He dreamt of a future which would be his. He wanted to conquer the world. As luck would have it, he landed up in mechanical engineering after finishing his schooling. What followed was a 4 year drought wherein he saw guys mingle with girls in other departments. He could not muster the courage to talk with them. Emotions surged within him but he could not find an outlet to his mounting frustrations. Such was his turmoil that he did not mingle with his batchmates even. He could not see anything materialize in his 4 years of engineering. That was when he decided to bell CAT and do an MBA. He had been told that peer to peer learning would be what his soul was looking for. This was to be his nirvana, he thought.

He got into the School of Management after a good show in CAT. With dreams to conquer the world and make some close friends he entered the hallowed portals of the School of Management. Lets me take you to the School of Management. Let me take you to meet Mussadi…..

GOD USED TO BE A MALLU!!

Jan 3, 2007

I was lazing around in bed. I glanced at my watch. It was only 9am. Too early for me to get out of this slumber. That too on a cold winter morning! No way. Delhi winters for a second year B-School student post the placement week are meant to catch up on the lost sleep. Sunlight was peeping through the torn sheets of newspaper which I had pasted on the windows as a substitute to curtains. I had been trained to think like a manager in the last year and a half. What should I ideally be doing to solve this crisis? Whether I should go for a long term fix or a short term patch up? What will be the ROI in both these cases? Which one will be more feasible? Damn, I cursed the sun and pulled up the blanket over my face. That confirmed I had transformed into a manager! I don’t remember when I slipped back into the divine state of sleep. When I got back to senses, it was 12 in the afternoon. I had a lecture to catch at 12:30. Rather than heading straight to the bathroom in a state of urgency which would have been the case one year ago, I rummaged through my bag to look for my diary. I flipped the pages till I arrived at the one wherein I had made a note of the classes I had missed. My eyes were searching for “IED(Innovation and entrepreneurship development)” which was scheduled at 12:30. I rebuked myself, “Gosh! I have committed a cardinal sin. How could I do this?? The professor has missed me just once till date. How can I take all his attention when other mortals need an equal share? I would miss today’s lecture for you, my friends. Just for you”. After saying these comforting words to myself, I slumped back into my bed.

It was 4 when I woke up for the 3rd time in the day. I put on my favorite jeans dismissing its frantic pleas to get itself a wash. I had been trained to behave like a manager wherein my topmost priority should be getting the maximum mileage from my team. And at 3 months without a wash, this jeans of mine was nowhere close to getting an appraisal. I walked down to Panditji’s Dhaba and ordered a parantha and a cold drink to wash it down my foodpipe. It didn’t matter whether i was broke or without any credit cards to boast off. It only mattered that I had an “Account” at Panditji which would take care of my 2 years at the School of Management. Come what may, I would never die of hunger here. But unlike credit cards, your credit limit goes on decreasing with passing time here. I could not order one of the expensive dishes on the menu because my account had grown from a small baby to a monster, and like other carnivores, the mother “Panditji” had stopped taking care of its babies. They had been on their own. The next moment Mithun arrived and ordered a plate of Chilli Chicken. The very mention of the dish reminded me that it had been long time that I had not caught up with Mithun. I sat besides him and started discussing the surging economy and the exciting sectors to watch out for in the next decade. This discussion then moved towards india’s political scenario and social issues, with Chilli chicken serving the perfect add on. My points started drying up as soon as the last piece went down my food pipe. Mithun paid for the dish and we bade goodbyes. I came back to my hostel room and headed straight for the bed. It was 6 and there was still time for the 9.30 pm movie that we had planned to catch up on. I slumped back into my bed. Life was so under control. I was so carefree. I felt so light. I could feel my wings. I felt I was nothing less than a God. GOD WAS A MALLU THEN!!

Jan 3, 2008

I was lazing around in bed. I glanced at my watch. It was only 9am. Shit!! 9 am……I cursed myself. I had a meeting with the marketing HOD’s at 9.30 sharp. How on earth could I have missed the alarm I set at 8. I checked my diary. I had attended the last two meetings. I was required to present my verticals plans for the upcoming event next month. If I would slump down in my bed this moment, I will be a roasted chicken by tomorrow. I rushed as if the world were to end just to make it in time. I was panting even after gulping a glass of water and settling down. I got free from the meeting at 2 pm. I was damn hungry. Canteen was swarming with employees. I filled my plate and took a seat besides Amit. We discussed the surging economy and the exciting sectors to watch out for in the next decade. The discussion moved towards india’s political scenario and social issues and then towards the dipping sensex. There was no Mithun nor his plate of Chilli Chicken to serve as an add on. Neither was there any need for me to grab anything from Amit’s plate because of the abundance. I reached my cubicle after the lunch only to find a letter placed near my desktop. It was from my credit card company mentioning that they were offering me a platinum card instead of the gold one I used at present with a higher credit limit. I pushed the letter aside and got back to work. The next time I glanced at my watch, it was 7 in the night. I packed up for the day and headed for home. I cancelled the movie plan I had with my colleagues at 9.30 pm because i was too tired to make it. I had a simple dinner at my flat and retired to bed. I did set my alarm at 8 am before dozing off. There was a conference call scheduled the next day at 9.30 am. I feel like a mortal nowadays. GOD USED TO BE A MALLU!!

Return on Investment

I had to follow up on the last mail due to pressure from my batchmates. I tried my best to resist, but then this one was too funny and crazy to keep the readers deprived. The video below is such that it does not require any narration or explanations. The readers of this blog have already been introduced to one of my best friends, Chuchu(Rahul), in the last post. This is again related to the bday party he would never forget.

Everyone dreams of getting great gifts on his/her bday. The joy of unwrapping a present cannot be expressed in words. Chuchu had been the only one among us who had always got gifts nicely wrapped for every bday party. Not only that, this guy was a gem who would gift every girl present in the party with a gladiola flower. We, the worthless souls, had not gifted a single soul anything till date. I dont know whether emotions got the better of us this time around. Maybe the fact that we were leaving college in a month or so made us do this. Chuchu was the lucky fella. While wrapping every present that we handpicked for Chuchu, we never knew that he would run a bill over 7400 bucks!! We never knew that in the aftermath of the calamity, when Chuchu would be gathering his belongings in the ruins, he would notice how we had not even contributed close to a fourth of his mammoth party bill through our present!

But we knew one thing, this one present would be judged not on its cost but for the love and effort we had put in picking each of the items which will be unwrapped in this video. It will be judged on the smiles this video will still manage to gather a year down the line.

The "HIGH" of happiness

Chuchu(Rahul) had been planning out his birthday party for quite a while now. It had to be a place which could accommodate his never ending list of friends and yet be affordable on his pocket. He had escaped unscathed in the first year because he was down with jaundice. Though we are blood suckers to the core, yet we were kind enough not to press on someone who was recuperating. That was precisely the reason why the expectations were more from Chuchu this year around. Chuchu had promised all of us that he would leave no stone unturned to make up for last year.

There was a week to go for his birthday and the weight of expectations had started to show on Chuchu. He had been enquiring about possible places which would look grand enough and yet be light on the pocket. Chuchu came to my room that night. He did not beat around the bush and asked straightaway, “Balu yaar, from whatever comparisons I made, the fact that has emerged out is that among all hostelites it was you who got away with the minimum bill. You bloody had invited 25 people and still ran a bill of 2500 bucks man! Really awesome yaar. I am thinking that even I will give my bday party in Pizza Hut. What’s wrong in Pizza hut man?? It has great ambience and the capacity to seat all my 30 friends comfortably. Its Pizza hut for me. Full and Final. I have had enough of searching around for places yaar. The cheap restaurants are a shady lot which wont create a good impression of me on the girls while the better ones are beyond my budget. Plus, i dont intend to spend more than 3000 bro. Pizza hut fits the bill perfectly.” I gave him a big smile, “Brother, I don’t mind till something non-veg goes into my system. And I don’t think others too would mind. I cant recall any party being held at Pizza hut after mine last year. So it has been quite some time. Send the invitations yaar. What the hell are you thinking of then?” A little support can do crazy things on you. The biggest of motivations that have made people do great things have had their share of this little support. In this case, i was totally clueless that my support would push him closer to attaining salvation. Salvation one attains when one is drained of all cash and has to rely on friends for day to day needs. Chuchu was all pumped up because of my support and left the room in high spirits.

Finally the day arrived. 21st February…….the date which had proved to be a dampener last year promised a lot this time around. Chuchu personally welcomed all his male friends with a handshake and the female lot with a gladiola flower each. Bheema(Vishal) fumed a little when Shruti gave Chuchu a big hug on receiving her flower. She was visibly touched by Chuchu’s act. TJ had noticed this and started inviting bets for Bheema copying the act on his bday the coming week.

Chuchu was in very high spirits and pretty excited on the decent turnout. He egged us to have soups and starters. TJ and me had been waiting for this since morning. We had saved on our breakfast and lunch to park funds for the Shahrukh starrer releasing the next day, with the lavish party lined up for the evening in mind. We deliberately took the seats besides the girls because we had assumed that more personal attention would be paid to this crowd. And we were bang on target. After one round of starters, Chuchu came to our table and asked us to order more. “Don’t feel shy damid. Eat yaar. Shall I order more Murg Satay for you Shruti? And what about you Moti? Hey Divya, why are you not eating anything? I will set this right in a moment. He called for the waiter, “Excuse me…please get me three more plates of Murg satay on this table.” I looked at TJ. Three more plates!! Wow…we knew this girls would raise their hands in submission after having a single plate. And we were dead hungry to say no to anything that was being passed on to us. Seeing more starters coming to our table, other hungry souls ordered for more starters. Chuchu was very happy to see everyone enjoying the treat. I think sometimes an overdose of happiness blocks your brain. It mixes with the blood in your veins and gives you a kick. You are robbed of your senses and you float around in a state of trance. I could see Chuchu floating all around us with a 440W smile. I was even more surprised to see that we were not the only hostelites to save money for the entire day by starving, keeping this party in mind. People were gobbling pizzas like they had never seen them. I don’t recall ordering more than 10 pizzas among the 25 I had invited last year. Last time people looked more civilized. I had lost count after 20 pizzas in this party. I thought I should remind Chuchu of his budget. But seeing him smiling and asking the girls sitting at our opposite end for desserts, I opted against it. I was full.

Everyone seemed content and we were applauding Chuchu for the lavish treat. He was still floating with that same smile. He had still not come out of the high of happiness. It took a bill of 7400 bucks to bring him back to senses.

(Exclusive: The moment when the bill of 7400 shook Rahul out of his state of trance)