Karan Singh was an early adopter, as they call, persons who adopt technologies/trends, at the onset, when most people have not even heard of their name.
So, was the case of him with
Bajaana.com and Grooveshark, which later shut down, both were his only place to seek solace and almost constant companionship. When he was not talking, he was listening.
It hurt him, when Grooveshark shut down, but then he had at least one buddy, Bajaana.com and that was enough for him. So many loopers (single song which is played over and over again) have been played by him on Bajaana.com, on lonely nights.
When silence became deafening, Bajaana.com always was there to rescue him.
And probably that's why even on such a dark morning, when instead of playing "Pehla Nasha, Pehla Khumar...", when Bajaana.com played, "Mera Desh Bhaag raha hai, Mera desh daud raha hai...", he did not really mind.
For auld lang syne he said, and forgave Bajaana.com!
Apart from that funding article of
TV(Tarneja Ventures) - Kiska-Kart.com, there were buzzing articles, like almost every day about how Artificial Intelligence was going to change the world and the way human race operates itself, and he wondered that probably the biggest problem that AI could solve, is to able to figure out, when to play the advertisement on Bajaana.com and when to not.
That would be the true revolution for AI, the crowning glory. Till then, whatever comes, is mere details.
He laughed at his epiphany and decided to go on with the day.
Not very fond of breakfast since his evolutionary days, to cure his hangup(s) plaguing him on this cloudy day, he decides to head to Krishna-Sagar outlet to have the famous mini-meal.
If Karan would have a chance, on most of the days, he would avoid going to Krishna-Sagar at any point of the day, but the lure of economical
tasty-khana, gives him the strength to go there and face his biggest fear.
The fear of people, the normal people. The people with normal life. The people with normal jobs. The people with normal family.Places like Krishna-Sagar always pestered him on how abnormal he was. Finishing the meal was always an extended exercise of controlling his emotions, while eating.
People discussing their normal work-day, their bosses, their weekend plan, the sale on
Mithi.com and how they just missed the great bargain on a jute door-mat on yesterday's sale. He could not help but just to listen those conversations. Karan might have even been able to escape them,had he some company. But he was always alone.
At night, when he would go to have his dinner there, he could see the "usuals" or rather the "regulars", in a flash the eyes would meet and depart, as if there would have been a mega-volt discharge that had happen on the encounter. His eyes and the "usuals" eye would never mate. Probably it was him, probably it was the "usuals". Such was the city in which he lived and worked on his company.
There were a couple of school kids having their Idlis in their uniform. The white shirt and navy blue trousers immediately took him back many years. Having Idli at that time, meant going to
"Indian Coffee House" to celebrate an occasion.
It need not be big, but it had to be an occasion.Actually, in his times as a kid, occasions need not be occasions to be celebrated. Getting 29 marks out of 30 in the mathematics unit-test was good enough to qualify as an occasion for him and shall warrant the delicacy called
"Indian Coffee House" masala-dosa.Though he had to fight even after that "29er" with his father, but had it been any other subject, his father would not have relented, but then this was "Mathematics", the big-daddy and he would relent.
The Idlis, come so cheap for today's students in white and navy-blue, he thought.
There are people who are eating and glancing at their handsets, all the time. He was wondering that, whether they are also startup founders who have written to
(AC), probably that's why they are so anxious that they could not even resist finishing their meals and then checking on, probably their emails.
Karan has written to AC also, among TV and others. But, TV and AC are the two most coveted ones in the funding domain and Karan has both of them in his cross-hairs since start.Today morning, could be one of those morning, where there would be an email from AC or TV could be waiting in his inbox.
To keep his morning less anxious, he stopped using a smart-phone and now uses a plain vanilla mobile phone of 2000 era. As he gets up, his laptop is shut and by instinct, he does not reach out for it to check email. Every morning, he has two full hours of hope in front of him, after the sleepless dark night, the mythical dawn, dawns but exactly for only two hours ie till he logs in to his email box, and then the night lingers for few moments, back again.
But these two hours have been what propelling him everyday to work these dark days like today. Probably he goes there just to check the email and wait the day long for some good news. And good news is not exactly the term-sheet for Karan, he is far away from that. Good news, is just an acknowledgement of the communication that he sent.
It gives him hope that, if the
TVs and ACs of the world, bothered to sent him an acknowledgement of the email, they might as well someday send him a term-sheet. There is no logic to it, but then there is no logic to the thing that he is doing either. The world around him has already declared him abnormal, so logic is now, one of his least worries.
The mini-meal was good, like always. He always moves out of Krishna-Sagar with this euphoric feeling that, he could survive.Earlier, he used to leave that place with the feeling that, he could change the world.
Three years is lot of time to make that happen...
To Be Continued...
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