Right here is why anybody over the age of fifty wants a youthful millennial supervisor 

Satheesh Vellinezhi
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You’ll assume I deserve a medal — a gold one, not a silver or bronze. I imply, it doesn’t need to be actual gold. Finally, as Sage Vyasa put it, “it’s the thought that counts.”

Arrey, see there you go. You guys have began this once more. Speaking in unison, amongst yourselves. Asking repeatedly three vital questions: 1. ‘Why a medal?’ 2. ‘Why a gold medal?’ 3. ‘Who’s he?’

Brace yourselves, folks, I’ll get proper to it. This column goes to be totally different. Nearly. Clearly it is going to be the identical column, however with few totally different phrases. At the moment I’m going to inform a narrative. This story has solely two characters — my supervisor Kaustav and me. Once more, I hear what you’re saying. “Why does he want a supervisor, he’s not a constructing?” That’s truthful, however as you recognize, anybody over 50 wants a youthful millennial to information them by means of on a regular basis life. Reminiscent of, the right way to open digital doorways? Or how to not depart your tinder app open? Which jogs my memory, give us a second, er… let me shut mine. Again to the story. The setting is terrible. Frankly, so is the story. Nevertheless, expensive reader, you’re dedicated, so we have to take this to its conclusion.

The story is ready in a studio at a spot which is so troublesome to achieve that it’s rumoured the futility of looking for it compelled the British to go away India. That, and naturally, the truth that they had been unable to efficiently digest poha. Earlier than I inform you extra about this dreaded location, I’ve some unhappy information to share. I’m penning this on Gandhi Jayanti. So, I received’t be capable to even give you a drink that will help you survive this upcoming info.

The place, the place this so-called studio is positioned, has efficiently defeated Google Maps. It doesn’t fairly seem. It’s type of there, however not there, like my spouse’s love for me. Technically, it’s listed as Chandivali. And, one of the simplest ways to explain its location, is someplace between Andheri and Nepal. If you’re fortunate sufficient to search out it, (one out of three voyages are type of profitable), the studio has a board outdoors, with the improper identify.

We had been advised, presumably, in a lighter second, that the identify is Roopali Studios, named after the proprietor’s spouse. Right here’s the place there’s one other twist on this sordid story. Roughly three years in the past, final Wednesday, Roopali left her husband, by no means to return. To take care of his anger, he began studying French. Since that didn’t assist, in a match of pique, he scribbled letters on the board outdoors the studio.

Let me clarify, he took a paint brush and cancelled some letters, considering it was going to trigger Roopali some ache concurrently. This backfired, and karma did karma’s factor. He fell off the ladder whereas portray, and the ache was all his, and his alone. Strive discovering a studio known as ‘Oops’, someplace between Andheri West and Nepal.

What about Kaustav? Properly, we collectively determined to steam iron my shirt, whereas it was nonetheless on my physique! The editor is referring to indicate the burn mark to the general public. I’ll simply say this, the burn scar, the studio, and the situation appear to look the identical. If you happen to occur to dwell between Andheri West and Nepal, God have mercy on you, too. 

The author has devoted his life to communism. Although solely on weekends.