The world today is moving fast. Every second million thoughts are born and they are materialized subsequently. And these new ideas are being vented out in the form of a new revolution – Startups. This new term has caught the eye of every single person who has big aspirations. In a sense it is a place for absolute meritocracy, where the good flourishes and the mediocre meets an end. Hordes join Startups and even greater numbers are in the making. A good idea with a good team may sound the perfect combination to make it big, but I am no expert. Possibly a lot more goes into fusing a good combination but those things are not visible to a human eye. I happened to experience a combination recently which is by far lethal in every sense.
To a common man a lethal combination could be USA and Russia fighting as a team, Roger federer and Rafael Nadal playing doubles, Steve Jobs and Bill Gates starting a new venture and even Whatsapp merged into Facebook. Similarly to some Royal blue with beige is an exquisite combo and to some ice-cream and cola. All these combinations can be regarded as good but they are not lethal. A bunch of techies putting their life into a startup might come close to being deadly, but when these frustrated individuals are given a piece of enjoyment that’s lethal.
70 startup junkies at their only party in the year when are laced with alcohol and a dance floor to rock, took it to the next level at a nearby bar. They have worked their ass out for the delivery of a product which might stand in Zuckerberg’s way in becoming the richest guy. All the sleepy nights, all the power discussions have burned down and now its the time for them to let their guards down. Let the pain of bearing every client’s abuse go into every shot of vodka and every beat of DJ. The music gets loud and these innocent souls are going all over the places in the bar. The alcohol seems to detoxify everything. The DJ is scared to not adhere to any of the request from these junkies would mean a massacre. Wild party moves are entertaining the people out there for a quick dinner. For them its a live comedy show watching dancers of varied quality. The bartender is busy filling in the glasses with fancy drinks. And everyone seems to loosen up the usual monotony. One thing that sneaks out of everyone’s eyes is that these junkies are bearing the agony of not only working hard and not being much appreciated for it but also are missing out on a fair number of opposite sex.
Enter 3 hot chicks. The only girls in the startup who realize that they were born with not-so-boyish attributes. Its their day to let the founder know how messed up the sex ratio is in the startup. They have done away with spectacles and have donned beautiful gowns. Two of their teammates bypass the girls to be strangers. Yes, the alcohol can give you such magical moments. Until someone on the dance floor recognizes them. And the crowd goes berserk. For any song that is played now is dedicated to the girls. If the DJ plays “Unchi wali heels pehen ke dance basanti” (literal translation – Dance wearing high heels), everyone pretends that these basantis are wearing high heels and they make them dance. Insane !! With every song the antiques get innovative after all they are creaters of the next big thing. Their energy seem to never drain cause they were prepared for bigger marathons and this is just a cakewalk.
I wonder how amusing can some combinations be in life. How things that we never thought of come into existence and bring in the inevitable change. How these inexpressive incidents take the form of words and make a story. Its these little unusual joys and thoughts that make and break life. A toast to another happy day! and many more to come.
Wondering about them I take a leave from the bar, thanking my stars that I am not working at such a place.