Ricket Singh sells!

It’s not a love story. It’s not an action film. It’s not a musical. It’s not melodrama. It’s not larger than life. No miracles, No big stars, no item numbers, no foreign locations. Yet, Rocket Singh rocks!

To my surprise, the salesman of the year was not at all salsy. And that’s what works for the film. In spite of a slow-paced first half, it successfully makes you stick till the end. It captures that ‘extra’ in the ordinary people that makes them ‘extra ordinary’. The paradigm shift in the way of doing business in the changing corporate India is conveyed subtly.

Full marks to Jaideep Sahni for the crisp dialogs! The ambience of a sales office reflects the character of the company and is quite real (unlike those posh, and perfectly clean office spaces, unusual for a Yashraj banner film). Accurate casting is another positive of this film. All the performances are remarkable but Naveen Kaushik (Nitin Rathore, the sales manager) is simply memorable. Gauhar Khan does justice to her character and so do others. Ranbir Kapoor is getting better by every film but the supporting actor in this film has a lion’s share in making him ((aka Harpreet Singh Bedi in this film) a ‘Salesman of the Year’.

All in all, worth a watch! For its unusual plot, excellent performances, a non-salsy style.

In exchange of 30 mins

I and my husband travel almost 40 kms a day on a bike. It’s an everyday affair. My house is at Dahisar, a far end of western suburbs. And my office is at Chandiwali. It’s a odd location. Not near to any railway station, the buses are jam-packed during peak hours. With a 2 year old who demands as much time as I can spend with her, the only time saving option I am left with is a ‘Bike’.  Still I have to cover the last mile in an auto because our offices are not within the walking distances. In a short stretch that I have to travel by an auto rickshaw, I usually do not face many hiccups except bumpy roads but it has become a habit now.

In spite of a daily dose of CO2, I prefer this mode of travel for the 30 mins that I save daily on travel time and also the agony that one has to go through while travelling in public transport at peek hours.

But it was just a day before that I realized how much it takes to save those 30 mins everyday; something that I had realized long back but did not pay heed to for my own convenient logic.

Just a day before, I was travelling peacefully in rickshaw, lost in my thoughts, when suddenly another auto almost pushed us in attempt of taking us over. The distance between the two vehicles was just a few millimeters (and there is no salt added to the story). My driver would have lost the balance and the rickshaw would have tumbled easily but we were saved.

The driver was about to get over the incident by abusing his heart out when another car from the right bumped into us. To our luck, it was a small car and since our vehicle was in between the two, we were not thrown out of it. We were saved twice. I thanked god.

But I carried the incident with me for next two days. I could not stop from observing all such possible dangerous moments when travelling on Mumbai highways.

It also reminded me of all those small and big moments that we used to face everyday and laugh it out. But did those moments of danger leave me ever?

I realized the amount of stress that we go through everyday in the 3 hours of travelling on Mumbai roads.

I realized that I was never so much stressed even at work in 9 years of my professional life!

Every turn, every over-take, every immediate break builds a tremendous pressure, for that moment at least. Ticking clock is there to add to it. Thanks to the pathetic traffic rules, dug roads, corrupt traffic police, and apathy of public to obey the rules. Every one is in haste, like there is no tomorrow! It’s a good saying but it can not be taken literally in anything and everything that we do.

Haste can kill us. Like a gunshot.

Stress too can kill us. Like a slow poison or like a shot of a bullet, depends on individual threshold.

Is it worth our lives? Stakes are too high, nahi?

‘Me’ wonders.

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