IFB GIFT SCHEME IN JHARKHAND

Subarnarekha and Kharkai river sangam

The picturesque sangam of Subarnarekha and Kharkai river.

Photo taken from Marine Drive.

25,000 volts worth!

I was extremely shocked to see these posters. Even more extremely confused deciding which one to go for !! I accept. It was my fault. I asked a pan dukan wallah for a nearby cinema hall. He told me the correct name and location of a nearby cinema theatre all right. Surely, Mithunda was 25,000 volts worth!

Digital dexterity

"What the *@#$ have I done?" What the *@#$ have I done?" "What the... what the..." I wouldn't stop muttering these words. Did I make the right choice? Have I done the right thing? 'Yes, I have', I assure myself. Of course, life is meant to be experienced. What is life without fun, experimentation, mistakes, falls and rise. "Did I say fun? Ha ha. I must be joking. It is definitely not fun to be the third passenger from left in the front of an autorickshaw while the fourth guy (to my right) is steering the wheels! I realised I was sitting slightly to the right of the middle portion where an autorickshaw driver is supposed to be seated. There was the humble, extremely abused, heavy duty Indian common man's public transport at its best.. again. I would have never imagined until few days back that it would be considered normal for four average sized men to sit in the front seat of an autorickshaw. I have to clarify that the scene is clearly different from that of a school student ferrying auto where a cute kid would be half sitting in front of the driver uncle and two bully kids would be at the sides waving exuberantly everytime their auto overtakes another school auto or van. It only added to my fascination to see the autodrivers communicating with the commuters by pointing their index finger in various directions! I loved the scene. Very quickly, I adapted to this new form of digitally dexterous communication.

Introduction

A young MBA graduate from the City of Pubs is thrown into the well-planned but sweaty City of Steel. No companions, no pubs, no real shopping malls, no...(many things), just one notable movie theatre, but with lots of sweat and lots of spirit, this IFB salesman sets out to explore the steel city that was so strategically and carefully chosen by Jamshedji Nausherwanji Tata near the picturesque sangam of Subarnarekha and Kharkai river. For those geographically weaker readers, Jamshedpur is located on the Chotta Nagpur Plateau which was mentioned in our geography text books. Mention must be made of the beautiful Dalma Hills which surround the city. Far away from the pub and multiplex culture, he discovers himself all over again in his loneliness and quietude. And yes, he feels - 'In the city of steel, there are lots of steel but no hearts to steel.'

The blog is an account of his dedicated views on IFB products (which he sells) and Jamshedpur.