Howdy!!! To R.E.S.P.E.C.T. someone is not something that can be taught; neither can it be imposed on someone by some laws. What is happening nowadays in country is known to all of you. So, let’s not go into the background. What my point is, it can only be stopped once people will learn to R.E.S.P.E.C.T.. [...]
Archive for July, 2011
This post was written by me on 21st of July. I was at the station waiting for my train. I had a paper, plain, and a doctor’s prescription, I used them to write this. I also bought a news paper so that I can keep the paper on a hard surface to write easily. I didn’t have the laptop at that time and I was getting bored so I wrote this.
Okay, let me start. Actually, I am going to Delhi this morning and my train is late. First it was about to come at 4.30 am and now they are telling that it will come at 8. So I am in waiting list even though my ticket is confirmed. If you know me, you can understand, I do this for time pass, I suppose it’s the best thing that one can do. Enough introductions, actually I had planned to write this earlier and I had thought that I won’t be able to write this till I return from Delhi. But luckily I have got enough time here to write, and I just don’t want to sit down and watch other trains passing by. Fortunately I had company till 6.15 but his train left at right time and I am alone now. No actually I am not; I have a paper and a pen . What if I don’t have a laptop with me, I can publish it, whenever I’ll get one. Now let me start.
The characters used in this post are real and the story is 100% true. Though name of characters and places may differ. Any similarities of this story with any movie or serial are just a coincidence, but do not dare to doubt about the reality of this post.
This is a story of a boy meets a girl, but you should know upfront this not a love story (okay, okay, its a copied dialog, from the movie 500 days of summer, I am honest, am I not, and yes its just a coincidence). The boy TJ (its fictitious name, actually it’s my favourite character from the cartoon series, Recess) and the girl AS (its fictitious name too, just came in mind) are my friends and I have promised that I will not disclose their identity, though they didn’t have any problem. So here I begin, finally .
The boy TJ took admission in B Tech, there he saw the girl AS in her class room, he knew almost immediately that she is the one; this is the girl he had been searching for. But he was very shy at that time, so he could not dare to speak to her, forget about asking for her number. Somehow, sometimes, he managed to ask her for her notes, just to speak to her. One day TJ took Maths notes from her and he bunked the class. But he knew that he really needs to return that note to her. So when the class was over, he went to the steps near the class room and waited there. He saw AS there, standing, very tensed, as she saw TJ she said, I was looking for you, where were you? I took your number from a friend, now you have showed up, I was about to call you. Just after hearing this from her, I was looking for you no matter what the reason was, he was filled with joy. And when he heard about the phone number, his joys were doubled. He said thank you, and told her to give a miss call in the evening. As said, sure.
TJ was the happiest man of the earth, he was so excited, he was about to get the number of his dream girl. He never left his phone after that. At evening, there was a missed call. He was happier now. He called back. But it was his other friend who was asking him to go out for evening walk. He went and came back. He did not sleep that night, waiting for her miss call. But it never came. He could not ask her other morning, not because he could not dare to, not because he was feeling neglected, but because he was hurt. He did not talk to her till last year of their B Tech life. TJ’s 3 years passed just by seeing AS. On some occasions, he talked to her. He just wanted to let her know that he is not a bad guy; he will never harm or hurt her. But TJ could never know, why AS never talked to him. Days, months and years passed. But somehow at the starting of the last year of their college life, they started talking. It was still hurting him, but he had learned to absorb the pain. TJ says perhaps, AS did not know but still there was some feeling in there in his heart. But he had now learned to overcome these feelings and emotions and hads become almost emotionless. Perhaps, what is seen is not exactly what is happening. At the end of the semester they become really good friends.
From now onwards the real story begins. They were in contact, in regular touch, using internet chat and messages. A day came, when TJ decided to let her know, what he felt about her. TJ told her that he was in love with her in first year. AS asked surprisingly, sachhi? (Truly??) TJ accepted the truth and said yes. She asked, then why didn’t you tell me then, he replied he was afraid of her , but now, he does not feel the same way. She did not mind and did not ask the reason either. But the truth was that, TJ had become kind of emotionless and had lost interest in relationships since that sleepless night. The sequence of talking continued. One day when they were chatting on internet, there was nothing to talk about so TJ started talking her loves and crushes. She did not mind because they were real friends now. In fact TJ asked her these questions only because he thought her as a good friend. He then, asked a question about her love life now. But she refused to answer, because, obviously there are things that are too personal to share with some people. At night, he was upset with himself, he was feeling embarrassed because he was thinking that he should not have asked that last question to her.
TJ left her a message at late night, that he is sorry because he asked her those questions. She replied in the morning. She replied that she does not feel same way. She said, you do not need to be. But TJ insisted and said for his satisfaction, let him be. She accepted. But still he was feeling embarrassed so he did not message her like all other days. In the evening he sent her a general message about friendship or something. Then she replied. As per TJ, it was the most emotional and heart touching message he had ever received. He almost cried after reading that message. But he was sitting in front of his parents, that’s why the tears never came off his ears. Though he had cried several times but it was of different condition, the tears were full of sorrow. This time, his heart was crying too. He was feeling so painful, not because he came to know that there is person in her life. He was feeling sorry for himself, because he could only become her friend only for a year. He had never imagined how wonderful person she was in real life. In fact he had never met a girls or a person with such a great feeling. TJ says, perhaps he does not have words to explain, how wonderful she is. He just feels sorry for himself for not knowing her for 3 years; perhaps he did not deserve to be her friend. He explains, “She is the nicest person he has ever met in his life. He will never forget her and there will be pain, forever, in his heart for the loss of three years. Through this post, TJ likes to promise AS that I will always be your friend no matter what happens with our life, where we live. Whenever you need me, for any thing, just remember me, I will be there for you. I am really lucky to have you as a friend, and certainly luckier because you see me that way too.
Here, TJ explains what the message was, which made his almost emotionless heart cry (though he does not remember the exact wordings but it was like)
..yesterday you asked me about my love life, but I did not tell you. There is a person in my life, his name is ……… I love him but I cannot step forward, because he is not of same caste and my parents won’t allow me. Last night I came to know that he has brain tumour, but no matter what happens, I still love him, and I’ll always love him. And I pray for him that he’ll get well soon..
Will be here soon, I’ll try
Yes, here I am with one more blog post. I’ll tell you in detail what was going with me few days back. Oops. Did I say detail? I am sorry. I can’t do that. It’s not Google Plus, where I can share such things only with my best(est) buddies, you know circle (Yes I have one). So I’ll tell you one interesting, yet another, story. I swear its good, please, please, please read it. Ha ha ha. No you don’t need to. Just read it if you wish.
So, I am telling with a little detail so that you can understand the plot of the story. Otherwise you won’t be able to understand what I am talking about, and when did this happen.
I was in Bhubaneswar from July 11 to July 15. Did you know that? Umm. Did you know this during that period? Actually there was a reason behind this that I cannot explain here. Just swallow it. You would have read my last post about my medical test at Kalinga Hospital for my joining. After that I came to Berhampur (Date doesn’t matter). I caught the Konark Express from Bhubaneswar, which was scheduled to leave at 3:20 PM, but don’t know why it left at four. So there was the delay in reaching Berhampur, consequently in reaching my favorite Ramu Gumti. And the way was difficult too. So I reached Berhampur at about 6:30 where I met Abhishek, at the station. Unfortunately, his bike was in garage, so we had to walk. We went to a friend’s home. Sat there for half an hour and then decided to go. He said he is coming with me too. And that is how we started our longest journey of Berhampur. AS e reached the bus stop there was a bus, but it was too packed and there wasn’t any space even for standing. He asked to take an auto, but when I calculated, it would have cost 300, round trip. I tried to ignore and he understood. We decided to take lift or wait for other local bus. But to stand and wait, it is the most bizarre thing that could be done. So e decided to walk. Suddenly he told, he is ready to walk up to the National Highway (near railway crossing, on the way to NIST). I said Ok. Let’s do it. In our way we tried to take lift from the people but almost every one denied. Few decided to give us lift but they were ready to take only one of us, so we denied. Finally, somehow we reached the NH-5. The plan was that, we will take lift from the trucks, but after reaching there, no one was ready to stop. But somehow we saw a bus and it stopped in front of us. We took that and reached Ramu Gumti at about 8:45. Fortunately, there was tea available there. This was the best thing which happened to me that dat. I called Moinak, who had kept my VIP (briefcase) for me, when I was leaving hostel. He came. It was too heavy, too much. At 9:30, auto rickshaw came and we made our way back to town. I had to catch the third DMU early in the morning.
I woke up at time and left friend’s place. My briefcase was too heavy. When I reached the main road, my hand was impossibly tired and I was not in the state of carrying it even for two steps. I saw, but there was no rickshaw. I carried it somehow, as I walked 2-3 steps a man came near me. He told me that he’ll carry this for me for Rs. 10. An instant No was on my mouth. And at the same instant he came to Rs 5. I thought he is really in need. I said OK. When I reached ticket counter, I asked him to wait. He waited there and I asked him, would you like to have some tea? He said, no, please give me 10 instead of 5. I instantly said YES this time.
We talked for few minutes after we reached there. He was a good person. He was Prashant. He was working in Kerala, but due to some accident he was unable to continue, so he came back, but as he reached here, he had spent all his money. But look, he didn’t beg. Instead he asked money by doing some work. I was very amazed after I met him, because I hadn’t met such person in my entire life. I have seen too many beggars, you would have also seen, who look well for doing some work. Yes I met Prashant, for the first time in my life, perhaps for the last time too, but I’ll remember him always.
Will be here soon
Hmm… Perhaps I am suffering from cancer. What I’ll do then, I won’t be able to join the company. I will not inform about this to my parents because it will only cause lots of expenses, after all, I will die. I will tell my elder brother PS, and will go to Bangalore and I will join some small company, just to spend my last days.Ohh… May be its hole in the heart. Anyways, I have to suffer.
I was rejected by the general consultant of Kalinga Hospital, just because my heart had beaten 8-9 times more than normal range. Of course I was tired. I was doing nothing but wandering here and there. The doc had asked me too about this but he didn’t consider and simply referred me to the cardiologist. This was when I thought about all bullshits (well, according to PS, umm…he was right, as always). After meeting with the cardiologist he gave me a green signal and I was declared medically fit.
My journey started on 11, I caught Purushottam Express (my favorite train) at 5 AM and reached Bhubaneswar at about 12:30 pm. I met few of my friends there and then I made my way to Kalinga Hospital. When I reached there, I came to know that I will have to come at about 9 AM for medical checkup. I came back next morning and completed some formalities and then the episode of checkups started. First I had to go to the blood bank where the pathologists removed 4 small cylinders of blood. After that I completed the chest s x-ray and ECG. Then I went for eye check up. Of course I have 6/6 vision. But then, the nurse told me to come back at 4 for ENT and general consultancy. I did as I was ordered. ENT checkup took just 20-30 seconds and then it was the time for general consultation. I waited for about half an hour or forty minutes. When I entered doc’s cabin he told me to sit and then he talked to me for 30-40 seconds. My blood group is O –ve, and he was very happy to see me. He checked my blood pressure, and then my pulse and then my heart beat. Again pulse, this time with an eye on his watch, then again heartbeat. Next he saw my ECG report, called me nearer and checked my heart beat again. He moved his head in negation and told me to wait outside; he told he will call me later. I could not ask him any question because the nurse had already told us not to ask him any question about check up. I waited there and when everybody had gone, he called me again, checked me again but this time he told me clearly that he cannot give me the certificate; he referred me to cardiologist and told if he says then only you will get the certificate. Now at this moment, I became a bit nervous, how could not I be? I though too many things, whose summary I have written above.
I waited to meet the cardiologist, in the meantime I googled about cardiology. When the doc came (he was a good person), he checked my heart beat then asked me, why your heart beats are too fast? He said you don’t have any disease, but your heart beat is way more than normal, it’s now 120. When the general consultant had referred me, it was 80, he had written in his paper. Then only I felt relaxed, I told him that I have come from Jamshedpur, and I have no place to go to spend my time (in fact I had but since my friend was in his office I didn’t go home), that’s why I was wandering here and there, and I became a little nervous too, when the other doc rejected me. He told me to do an Echo Screening test; I did, and then wrote on my report normal and stable.
I came back happily from there.
There was a nurse who followed me wherever I went, at last when I needed to consult the cardiologist, she gave me her number and told me to inform her after I am done with the doc. She said if something happens she’ll see what she can do. (This paragraph is dedicated to Manish).
Will be here soon
PS: I do have many more things to tell about, I’ll tell them in my next post. And yes, I name this kind of post as this because I am not able to update them on time. I was Busy.
I don’t know what I am gonna do!!!
The thing is after just few days I am going to join a software company, and I don’t know what I am gonna be. Okay. I think you didn’t get what I am talking about. You would say I can see my offer letter and there it is printed that what’s going to be my designation in the company. I’ll tell you in detail.
Few days back when I was travelling a lot, which means I had been to my mother’s birth place, my maternal aunt’s village and of course my eldest brother’s place. You would have heard the saying that a little knowledge is dangerous thing. I witnessed this during my trip. It started when I was asked that what I will do in my future. Before I proceed, let me tell you about the conditions so that you will understand how it was difficult for me to explain. The relatives there are educated, but the level and quality of education is not as good as the rural areas. It is obvious, because the condition of education system in urban areas is still very poor, and my uncle and aunt had studied not less than 20 years back. Although a person is graduate there, it is possible that he or she may have less knowledge than a 12 class student. I am not talking about academic knowledge exactly.
I was talking to my (maternal) uncle (hereinafter I’ll write only uncle) one night. He has a daughter and she is studying in a good school, living in hostel, in nearest town from there. I was very happy with this move of him. He was discussing about the future of her education. I tried to suggest at my level best. During this conversation he asked me about myself, what are you going to be? What I should tell, I thought. Could I have told that I am going to be an associate in Mahindra Satyam? No I could not. I simply told, I am going to be an engineer. Then my aunt interrupted, she told, software engineer? Now at this point, I thought I am not a software engineer right now, to be a software engineer I will have to work for a long period. I am going to start now; I am not going to be a software engineer in few months. But just for the sake of shorten the discussion on this topic I accepted. Then the next question was what I am going to do? Whoa!!! I am about to be an employee and I don’t know what I am going to do. What I should tell now, I thought. In fact, I don’t understand what my elder brother PS does there in Infosys. I have tried to understand few times, and he has tried to make me understand but frankly speaking I got only 50-60%. So I simply told, I am going to develop some software. So what is software?
Now after this I started a small tutorial about what is the need of computer in our daily life, and how it is increasing. I used common examples like bank, ATMs etc. The first definition that I told about software and hardware that, the part of any computing system (a computer or a mobile) that we can touch is hardware and those that we cannot touch are software. I said I am going to develop such parts. When my uncle heard this definition, his face was gleaming with a smile; it was like he understood almost everything about computers. And then I gave them many more examples, real life example so that they could understand.
I found very hard to make them understand about my what I am gonna be and what I am gonna do. But it was a good experience. I was feeling like movies, in which a hero returns to his village after studying from Delhi or Mumbai .
Will be here soon
Yes, I was away, but I was busy. Actually I did not get the time to sit with laptop as I was revolve with little kids few days back and my internet connection of docomo is bit slow too. So even if I could have wrote I could not have uploaded it. Though, if you follow my twits you would have known that I got super fast speed at somewhere near Barauni Junction. Yes I was travelling, and that too by the one of the most boring train. I was busy, pretty much busy few days back and I have a hectic schedule in next 10-20 days. So I am assuming that my posts will be more irregular, I am sorry for that if you were expecting.
I had the most interesting 3 hour bus ride experience 2 days ago. Actually I wqas off to my maternal aunt’s village 4 days back. I went there with my cousin on bike. It consisted one of the most hilarious road, however we were able to find better one just after 40-45 % completion of our journey, all thanks to Mr. Nitish Kumar. The road that troubled us was a single lame and the busiest one. There was no space left if an auto rickshaw was on the road, forget about bus and truck. The thing that we call footpath, was full of mud and water, due to heavy rain. So if there was bus or an auto in front of us we had to make them stop in order to cross them, and since we were on the bike they were giving us priority. When we reached the state highway, we saw uncountable roadside homes and uncountable 1-3 years kids playing on the roadside and some were on the middle of the road. Even though the road was very plain and straight the maximum speed that we could attain was 60, because of those kids, the crops that people had put their crops on the road and the never ending, dogs, cows and goats. Kids were playing carelessly; even I saw a bigger kid was trying to cross over the smaller one with a bicycle!!!! It was great experience. My cousin told me from his experience that in the night people use to even sleep on the roads. This is the story of the way from Purnea to Bhargama (if you know then ok otherwise just assume two cities). Finally I reached there and enjoyed for two days.
In order to return I had to catch the bus early in the morning at 5:30, so I woke up at about 4.45. I came to the road where I could catch the bus, my cousin dropped me. When the bus arrived there was no seat available to sit, the conductor said that he will try to give a seat after the next stoppage. So I loaded myself as a big bag and I stood inside the bus. I knew nobody out there, the language of theirs was a bit different from Hindi. I paid the fare and thus started my most interesting journey of this summer. It started with an explosion between a passenger and the bus conductor. The conductor was demanding 15 while the passenger was willing to pay only 10. It went for about fifteen minute in which the passenger was in very bad mood and was trying to win by giving several fake warnings. The most interesting and dangerous was, he was telling he, with his fellow passenger will burn down the bus here in his village. While the bus conductor was ready to give him a free ride; when he will be out of money someday. The next one started when the next major stoppage came. Very few got out of the bus. People were trying to occupy the vacant seat. Here started the second one. This time it was between an old man and a man slightly younger than him. The issue was, the seat on which the older man was sitting should have been given to the mahila (Hindi meaning lady, they were using it) with the younger one. After they quarreled for about 10-15 minutes they came to know that they were relatives of each other (they were in laws of their son and daughter). In the meantime I was unable to find a seat and I preferred to stand. Another person was standing just behind me. He was talking on phone when he ended his conversation he lowered his hand and I suddenly that he is trying to take out my wallet from my back pocket. Wow, I thought for the first time I am going to have this experience, so what do I do next. I looked back down to confirm, then I saw he is inserting his phone back in his pocket. It was all due to heavy rush that he was so close to me.
After that I enjoyed many things, most of them were the people’s talk. One was trying to explain all his business work to other, another was praising Nitish Kumar for the roads and bridges. He was telling that Nitish had been to China few days back and he has promised that the roads will be smoother as theirs. He was telling that the technology and the machineries that is being used in the construction of bridges would not have been used even by the angrez (British). There was many more of this kind and my journey finally ended at 9:30. I reached my home and again I had to start a new one at about 12, to reach my one of the favorite place, my home, Jamshedpur.
Will be here soon
PS: I told you, I was busy, ain’t I??