Monday, July 12, 2004

The Roman Dimension

Roman Singh Deshtone was born at 4pm on a bright sunday morning in a village three roadside dhabas away from Patiala. He was born into a well to do Punju family. The family was mostly into drug smuggling and organ trafficking, but since they hosted 14-day weddings on a weekly basis and served a lot of free paneer noone complained. Roman Singh had a normal childhood. He grew up eating a lot of Farex till he was two years old. With bits of tandoori chicken. He danced his first bhangra at 3, two months after learning to say his forst word: "balle". His dad has a snap of the first time Roman pointed to the sky with both index fingers. Roman went to kindergarten, tractored the farm, and acted in two sardar jokes by the time he was 12.

While all this was happening in the burgeoning plains of Punjab, it was not quite gynaecological silence in the green backwaters of pristine Kerala. No one clearly remembers when Dimension Poovathurkaddavil was born. As soon as his mother had gone into labour, (and there was talk of a local bandh as she had sone so without union membership) Dimension's family ran to Cochin to apply for his passport and Abu Dhabi visa. But the general consensus time was 3 pm. It was after Jose uncle's phone call from Qatar and just before the neighbours fell into the well after getting drunk on hooch. Dimension was brought up on a wholesome diet of rice, fish fry, fish curry, roast fish, coconut milk, coconut gravy, coconut flakes and coconut halwa all cooked in cocnut oil. His father had named him after "My Dear Kittichathan", India's first 3D movie. Dimension was lucky he was an only child. His dad wanted to name his kids 1 Dimension, 2 Dimension and so on. His mom thought it was too long and wanted to call them Biju, Siju, Miju, Liju, Diju, Miju, Niju and so on. Dimension was a compromise.

Roman Singh was an inquisitive boy. He read a lot and by the time he was 18 he could recite all the collected works of Gurdass Mann by heart. But what changed his life forever was the encyclopedia he won in school on annual day. Roman had prepared relentlessly and his whole family helped him practise. His mother was in the kitchen for weeks. Finally on the second sunday of March, Roman Singh Deshtone raced past the field and won first place in the 34th Annual Tandoori Chicken eating competition. All proceeds went to the World Wildlife Fund. His prize was a fresh copy of the Encyclopedia Patiala. 424 pages of all the wisdom in the world incuding a special 300 page supplement on food. He was a little let down. He was hoping to win the Daler Mehndi audio tape. The book was mind boggling. But what really caught Roman Singh's imagination was the chapter on Radio communication.

Dimension was a hardworking student. He did average in everything, but topped the school in "Illegal Emmigration" and "Practial Passport Forgery". He loved travelling, and by 7th class he had visited every major international airport in South India. By 10th standard he had memorised the time table of every airline servicing the Gulf sector and cabin luggage allowance for each. He seemed to be heading the same way as his cousins Dinto and Tindo, both of whom were now successful tea shop magnates in Fujeirah. But then in 11th his father bought him a radio from the gulf. It was a wonderful gift. His dad told him how much he had to save to afford one. Dimension treasured his radio and showed it to all his friends. It was a "Philslip" original made in Liberia.

Soon these young minds were enraptured in the radio. They dreamt of circuits and boards, and stations, and sound and sexy radio presenters in pale pink lingerie. (Ed.: This point is highly debateable. We have not been able to establish this without doubt. In one of his letters Dimension talk of lungi-coloured Lingerie.) They bought all the radios they could with their pocket money. They broke them apart and tried to fix them up again. They went to all the libraries and read all the books they could. They were radio freaks.

However, inspite of the fact that Roman drove a speedy Yezdi and Dimension a swift Bajaj, life caught up with them. They were forced to earn a living. Roman started a firm specializing in costumes for Punjabi music video productions and Dimension started operating a bus service between Calicut airport and Guruvayoor. Both failed. Punjabi video producers rented a single bedsheet from Roman and cut it up to clothe the female lead and her 4235 extras. Soon Roman was broke and could barely afford 14 kulchas and 4 plates of sarson ka saag a day. Dimension was even less fortunate. First his staff and then his passengers went on strike. Then in the third week Calicut airport went on strike. He was forced to sell his bed and go around borrowing money for a visa and flight ticket to Sharjah.

Life seemed to go nowehere for our radio-obsessed young arabian horses. Inside them there was a small voice telling them they could do better. Roman's inner voice even had a bhangra background soundtrack. Dimension knew he wanted to be more than just a tea shop owner in a desert oasis. His sights were higher. He wanted an attached restaurant and a petrol pump. That night they both slept the fitfull sleep of the troubled. They rolled and turned and gunted. At precisely 11:57 pm they both sat up like a bolt of lightening. And they both went to pee. They continued to roll and tumble till four in the morning. Then it happened. The brainwave. They both ran to their underground laboratories and started work on something that had come in their sleep. They worked tirelessly for months. But it would take the unison of minds of both great men to come up with the final product.

They had almost given up on their respective works. Both had reached a dead end. Roman was thinking of starting work on a biotech project that made paddy fields directly give biriyani. Dimension had finally applied for his Visa and was all set to fly. It was in the waiting lounge in Bombay Airport that they both met each other. They both walked up to the TV display, checked their flight timings and turned around. Their eyes met. It was like love at first sight, it was as if they were meant to be. As if they were weird characters in the same weird dbab post. Soon they were talking and within minutes they knew together they could work together (Ed.: The words "some booty" were removed after the word "work" due to gender sensitivity requirements.) and make the radio an unforgettable experience for its audience. They saw dreams of radio beaming out over networks and people smiling and being happy in their rooms. They did not dream the lingerie thing.

They knew with names like Roman and Dimension they would never be able to make it big in radio world. Today they are known as RJs Viper and Fatcat. They play the best music ever and do it with some punju-mallu panache.. so tune in to the Radio Event Extraordinaire "The Roman Dimension" tonight at 12:00 am on and make it worthwhile having written such a long verbose launch note for it...



(People this was the launch post I wrote for a LAN station me and a friend of mine are launching on campus today. The post went up on one of our electronic NBs. Dont try the URL, its doesnt work outside the LAN...)


nirav said...

wow nice re
hope ur radio station on lan rocks
shall make my reading for next days HRM and OM little more easy


Chakra Sampath said...

hey... fab stuff 3D.. err.. Sidin!

Anonymous said...

still waiting for the travelogue.

Neo said... never ran out of words in college and you continue to do so..!!awesome man...!!

Anonymous said...

sad post man. You appear to be trying too hard. Does not work when you try and write for popularity.

Anonymous said...

sad post man. You appear to be trying too hard. Does not work when you try and write for popularity.

anantha said...

Unrelated comment, but I suppose u should be aware of this.. If not.. fyi! It looks like this blog was mentioned in the "sunday leisure pullout of the Indian Express. (page 23)". I havent seen it, cos the particular section is not on the online version of the Indian Express, and I dont even know the edition. Check it out anyways.
(P.S I got this info on Kiruba's blog ( and he mentioned that he got mentioned and that he had "enviable neighbours in Dave Barry & Sidin." I assumed that it was you, cos there is no other Sidin right now who's rocking!)

Anonymous said...

good luck with the lan station man!! you rock

Anonymous said...

Good reading. You are innovative :) I guess the lan radio must have rocked !

Anonymous said...

Hey sidin,

What happened to you? You lost your originality? The opening of this blog sounds so much Kane and Abel.
Dissapointing blog.

A regular reader.

newt! said...

some people with single reader numbers on their blogs appear to be taking it out on u ;) gr8 post...hilarious

Anonymous said...

good post though not your regular style. would love to see which of the sidins vanquishes the other. take care sidin. too much feed back at such regular intervals tends to subconciously direct one's style. delve deep and grasp the original you. which ever of the two it is, we look forward to reading you.

Anonymous said...

mallee mallee!(nasal)

Anonymous said...

Roman Singh Deshtone-romancing the stone-hahahaha,gimme more.u rule dude!!!!!!!

TheOne said...

Hey man,
this is something aside from the present post...I was introduced to ur blog by one of ur juniors at RECT who happens to be my room-mate rite now.
Your style's definitely something to rave about and most of ur posts make for good leisure reading.
Wanted ur comments on the following post by this room-mate of mine, who happens to be a awestruck fan of ur blog.

Ur critique will certainely pep up the guy!

Jupe said...

There's got to be a way i can listen to these RJ extraordianires from here. Puhleeeeez ! Nice one Sid ! Keep 'em coming !

Anonymous said...

Good post!!

Sneha said...

shoutcast DNAS!

Anonymous said...


Thats what posting on demand does to a good blogger!

Don't be a slave to your readers. You didn't become such a good writer because of suckers' feedback.

Write on your terms. Not on the premises set by in-duh-viduals.

- A DNRC Member

Anonymous said...

Mr, Anonymous

Can you like shut the fuck up

Greatly appreciate it.

Kiruba Shankar said...

Hey Sidin aliya,

Got your mail maams. Will send you the scanned copies of the write up soon.

Keep the good work going, bud :)


Anonymous said...

hi sid

hope d radio thing was gr8 fun
in ur last post u promised a lot and delivered none


Hitanshu said...

Hey all,

Time to come to Sidin's res-cue. For those of you, who cant make sense of this, lemme explain. Sidin and Ashwin (Viper) launched a fundoo station, which attracted 53 listeners in the first hour itself!

Those who heard, enjoyed the awesome entertainment provided by Sidin and Akshay, the guest of (dis)honour ;-)


Anonymous said...

Yo sidin.. Pardon the anonymous post.. have worn my fingers to the bone and the last thing I wanted was to sign up to post a comment. Hope all's well - Shankar

Kiruba Shankar said...

Sidin, here's the Indian Express piece which has a review of your blog ..



Aslan said...

{Checking your eyes) You do have the gift, kid. But it looks like you're waiting for something.. your next life, maybe..

Go ahead and get on that book, dude. n' Fie on those Anonymous posts. They won't be there to bother you.

Ah, and as for this particular post.. Not as good as Kane n' Abel, but a damn sight better than Sons of Fortune anyday! ;)

Anonymous said...

However, inspite of the fact that Roman drove a speedy Yezdi and Dimension a swift Bajaj, life caught up with them.

Sorry for nitpicking, but think it has to be other way round. Dimension, a Yezdi and Roman a Bajaj

Anonymous said...

Hey Varun. here. amazing stuff man... keep this going. Adios.

Anonymous said...

You write well. Keep it going.

-from a galaxy hitchhiker

Viper said...

when do we broadcast next??

Roman Singh Deshtone

Nishit Rawat said...

Amazing stuff!!

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