People often ask me if I know the saga of the old bent man that roams the streets of our historical city, each as decrepit as the other, each retaining vestiges of the imposing figures they once had been. Im Singh was how he introduced himself; 'I am King' was what he meant. Perhaps the best few words to delineate him would be "Much Admired" despite it being light years away from the truth. That's because no matter which way you examined him, he had been much mired in the field of advertising for decades, and that's all that mattered to him.
Im truly epitomized the front page solus ad; stand alone, unarguable, persuasive, assertive. Any lesser being was considered no more than a four page pullout or feature, neither controlling nor intrinsically part of the main stream, but merely a parasitic addenda sharing the same media vehicle. In his mind he was second to none, invincible, irrefutably supreme and unparalleled. certainly not only was his word law, he also took vicarious satisfaction in coming up with unpopular decisions and rulings in establishing them. He could sustain usable facts for years on someone without using it. Additionally, he had no qualms about manouvering other population to achieve his objectives; to wit, he was an opportunist, not an impulsive but a calculated one.
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While on wit, he was rich and well endowed in that department. He could endear himself to the most suspecting and be a beloved epicenter at any convention with the most of ease. He could affect population to go out of their way to prove their loyalty, allegiance and gratitude to him, however hesitantly, just for having touched their lives. A masterful manipulator, a tactical planner and adept executor, he was happiest and most get in his opulent trappings both at home and away, surrounded by his customary transparent sycophants and opaque critics. When the time came for him to seriously consider beginning his own family, Im had planned his gambit many squares earlier.
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He had an industrialist friend Rrm with a gigantic funds (organized, population say, by the father-in-law ) that Im did not initially pursue to improve his group image. What the industrialist did not know was that the adman was in on his gaining sexual favours from the his plain jane's wife's sister (who was fed up of Rrms flaccid advances in any 'case'). The socialite adman harboured no more delays, dropped anchor, distributed the ornate cards and, using his newly found wife Kiran's affect waltzed off with the inventory as a bonus. For a while, Kiran was the light of his life, a beloved hostess and an able supporter of his schemes. Alas, she was able to bear him just one son Jojo though one dare says Ik's overbearing personality hoped to be borne more!
Over the years, his interest in Kiran waned, overtaken by his decide to make Jojo an echo of his own personality. Not much was heard of Kiran thereafter, though one is sure she continued to lurk in Im's shadows. Perhaps she was relegated to the "womb-to-tomb" syndrome adopted by any vibrant society to anyone that does not conduce sizeably to its activities. What misadventure it was for the adman to comprehend that Jojo could never be as malleable and ductile (like mallards and ducks!?!) as his adheart desired? Im spared no funds or efforts to afford Jojo the best of study and exposure, but could not shake the romantic core off the latter. Naturally endowed with good looks, Jojo was infinitely more comfortable with literature, poetry, art and music than Im's market world of punch-lines, adfilms, catchy jingles and misleading statistics; more at home with the occasional pink champagne than a seasonal print campaign. Despite threatening strictures from his father, Jojo's passion honed in on being quite an fulfilled, lead guitarist who wrote his own songs, even more so when he organized (reminiscent of his father's skill) a young group of talented musicians to complete his quartet. Their aspirations to be a successful rock group continued to meet Im's stony disapproval, but there was scant tiny the father could do about it. group pressure detracted him from outright disowning Jojo or evicting him from his house without added provocation; Jojo soft exterior as a unlikeness to his father enjoyed a more approved group persona.
Meanwhile, Jojo4 music gained rapid popularity in the city, playing live at many prominent watering holes and gaining market success that Im tried fervently to length himself from. Unpreturbed, Jojo soon inducted Nisha, an intelligent, spirited young dancer as part of his music act. The young musician had known her house from earlier days; Nisha's mother began her secretarial career at Im's adshop. Jojo and Nisha's blend on stage was so galvanic that they brought down the house (Im's included!) wherever and whenever they performed. After this there was no looking back for Jojo4 - though as time had it, there was not too much to look ahead for, either. The affinity between Jojo and Nisha cemented, nay, became concrete. Sadly, Im viewed this constant albeit melodic display of union of minds and body on a daily basis as a veritable spurning of his 'superior' values by his son. Unwittingly goaded to a fitting reaction, he publicly joshed Jojo to join him in a moot on the morality of latter day art at the local Country Club, of which he was secretary. Equally fed up of the scathing asides delivered directly at home everyday, Jojo effortlessly agreed. Its often said, in matters of the court, its not the mover or the defendant but only the lawyers that benefit. Setting up this bout was pre-destined, therefore, to entertain society at large rather than decide any issues per se. An evening of spirited banter of great minds therefore ended up as a landmark battle that spawned only losers.
Im opened the moot with describing Jojo's passions as wasteful pursuits encouraging wayward youth to more wayward ways; Jojo countered with accusing his father of befooling consumers and overcharging clients for years, convention the wrong kind of notes. What's more, Jojo divulged instances of rip-offs architected by Im. Visibly embarrassed, the adman became excessively personal, straying from the issue, bringing out details of his son's more laid back life style and lecherous skits of the guitarist's amorous tryst with Nisha. Inevitably, the atmosphere became explosive with Jojo crucifying Im's personal and market morals, and his shameless misuse and disuse of people. The crowd cheered silently in their heart of hearts, but the die had been cast; Im announced Jojo's expulsion from his house, the club and decide to have his contracts stricken from anyone bars and restaurants under Im's influence. His ire enveloped Nisha whose dancing licence he vowed to revoke with the administration's collusion. With an illogical vendetta yet unslaked, the rumour spread like wildfire that the adman may well have his son bumped off - he couldn't afford to have such a strident voice of dissension in circulation, even if it was a son. Someone else die was cast - Debt Wish 1. society remained mute in their disapproval, even though they had secretly admired the fearlessness with which Jojo had lampooned his father. It was unfortunate that many were slated to lose much.
Nisha was no less resolute than Jojo, on hearing the rumour she boldly quick-stepped to her beau's ad-dad with as fearless a Debt Wish 2 alternative; "kill me if you will, I love him still, but won't love him more, if you let him go" ( a Jojo4 number). Nisha's mother took up the chorus with "you-owe-me-one" from her halcyon days at the ad-venture, and beseeched the boss she once had beached to spare the lass; she may well be his "Sin some, win some". Now Im was an astute man not wanting blood on his hands; he was more than customary with most publications and their owners. Knowing the owner of Walled City News in the next town for being the perverse (and worse) martinet he was, Im made Nisha take a pledge never to caress Jojo or be seen dancing in replacement for a hellish life and employment under the Wcn management.
Meanwhile, Jojo4 lost music contracts in the city, and considered migrating elsewhere. His pecuniary reserves dwindled. Gyrating Nisha was nowhere to be (scene) located, dyeing his music to a deeper shade of blue. He often sought ease in the business of his mother, herself a flickering flame, confused twixt the morals and morales of her life. "Use some, lose some". Branding his father as Nisha's assassin, he voodoo-dolled the adman, pricking him with needles of barbed lyrics at every chance. He can still be seen love lorn at seedy bars, now reduced to a trio, bleary eyed as a man denied, a particular that never cut a single, a living slipped disc. "Bet some, get some, kiss some, miss some". He lives in a seedy shack and feeds at seedy snacks, hoping to meet Nisha again. Debt Wish 3.
And there's Im. Debt Wish 4. Now a bit bent and gnarled, too aware of his exposure in the War of Words many years ago, but stiffened with ages of self-deception, ages of grandeur - some deserved - some not. A body reinforced with promises, but a mind deflowered - a fervour displayed but an audience unswayed, a wife dismayed and later mislaid and a son more bound with musical chords than familial cords, festooned with notes of wispy melody rather than crispy currency. An iron ad-venturer that went out to conquer and control what he could not control, an "event sum that ended up so bent some". Had he not tried to control destiny, destiny would not have controlled him. Burdened by the debt of a royal spouse for whom he scarcely cared; stooped by the debt of a dancer whose life he snared; smitten by a son he never spared and weighed down by animosities he himself had reared, he continues a broken man - an adman so bentsome.
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