"Common, wake up" father groaned. The words just passed the passage of my ears. Unsuccessful, father just left the room mumbling few words. After sometime, I heard some commotion at the living room between my mother and father. I did not gave any damn about that too. I heard some really hard footsteps outside my room door. The footstep sounds became harder and harder and a wave of water pounded on to my head as if I just fell into the sea. I sat on my bed half wet looking into the blazing eyes of my Mom. She just turned around and walked towards the stairs without saying a single word. But the intention of action was crystal clear.Feared but more cautious I woke up and started my morning doings.
Now a days India's situation is no different to this. How many wake up calls can we ignore? How many threatenings can we afford to mum about? How many lives can we just sacrifice?
Thursday, 27 November 2008
Tuesday, 11 November 2008
Confession
It was 13' Oct 1993. I was in 5th standard and the day was assessment day on the subject 'SANMARGA', a subject which teaches the moral values of life, social values of life, do's and don't s of life etc..
Every year our school authority used to change the books of this subject. In 4th standard, we had read all of funniest tales of Tenali Rama. And in 5th standard we were reading the life history of Swami Vivekananda. In the playful age, one can't tell us to read biography of some prophet, can they? It was considered to be one of the toughest subject of all. Every student have trembled to catch up with this subject. But amazingly/surprisingly I used to do well in this subject but used to tremble in drawing. Unknowingly I had crafted a strategy to do very well in SANMARGA and do average in drawing so that I can keep my top position in the school. I exactly knew, others will do average in SANMARGA but do very well in drawing. The strategy always worked for me and it had kept me in competetion. As far as I remember, the strategy failed once or twice when someone got clicked on both SANMARGA and drawing, throwing me out of competetion.
Questions came to our hands and everyone started answering questions. The assessment went fine for me as I answered all questions of the paper and finished 15 minutes to remain. Jovially, I turned around to look at others of my class. Shoba who had sat just behind me was still writing on the paper, Sudarshan showed his inverted thumb to tell me how miserable his paper was! Seeing my jovial face, Shoba must have understood about my paper. She looked at me questionably and asked me if I could help one of her question. And to tell you the truth she was one of my competitor. I agreed and asked the question with which she required the help. It was a bit lengthy answer and I could not possibly read everything for her. So I kept my answer paper to the edge of the desk so that she can clearly see my paper and started writing the answer. Suddenly, my strategic mind started alerting me about the possible impact of this action. I started thinking in terms of what if she does very well in this subject? My cautious mean mind told me to do something about it. Without my effort my hands started writing wrong answer to the question. She just copied everything without a hint of my treachery. Once she finished, I brought my paper back to the center of desk and crossed the answer with a big smile.
After evaluation we received our answer papers back, and teasingly I was observing her from my seat. I could see the change of expression in her face. Such a smiling beautiful face suddenly demised and seeing that instant expression I could neither see my paper nor score. Disgust surged in my heart and I throwed my paper to the bin.
Every year our school authority used to change the books of this subject. In 4th standard, we had read all of funniest tales of Tenali Rama. And in 5th standard we were reading the life history of Swami Vivekananda. In the playful age, one can't tell us to read biography of some prophet, can they? It was considered to be one of the toughest subject of all. Every student have trembled to catch up with this subject. But amazingly/surprisingly I used to do well in this subject but used to tremble in drawing. Unknowingly I had crafted a strategy to do very well in SANMARGA and do average in drawing so that I can keep my top position in the school. I exactly knew, others will do average in SANMARGA but do very well in drawing. The strategy always worked for me and it had kept me in competetion. As far as I remember, the strategy failed once or twice when someone got clicked on both SANMARGA and drawing, throwing me out of competetion.
Questions came to our hands and everyone started answering questions. The assessment went fine for me as I answered all questions of the paper and finished 15 minutes to remain. Jovially, I turned around to look at others of my class. Shoba who had sat just behind me was still writing on the paper, Sudarshan showed his inverted thumb to tell me how miserable his paper was! Seeing my jovial face, Shoba must have understood about my paper. She looked at me questionably and asked me if I could help one of her question. And to tell you the truth she was one of my competitor. I agreed and asked the question with which she required the help. It was a bit lengthy answer and I could not possibly read everything for her. So I kept my answer paper to the edge of the desk so that she can clearly see my paper and started writing the answer. Suddenly, my strategic mind started alerting me about the possible impact of this action. I started thinking in terms of what if she does very well in this subject? My cautious mean mind told me to do something about it. Without my effort my hands started writing wrong answer to the question. She just copied everything without a hint of my treachery. Once she finished, I brought my paper back to the center of desk and crossed the answer with a big smile.
After evaluation we received our answer papers back, and teasingly I was observing her from my seat. I could see the change of expression in her face. Such a smiling beautiful face suddenly demised and seeing that instant expression I could neither see my paper nor score. Disgust surged in my heart and I throwed my paper to the bin.
Monday, 10 November 2008
a day in Norwich..
.. I was little worried about my next morning as I was supposed to go to Norwich to celebrate Diwali celebrations with other TCS associates. The worry was to wake up so early. Its been years I haven't seen the faces of morning winds. It was almost midnight when I reached home and could not resist my sleep. I just devoured whatever I had in the kitchen and set two alarms for half past five hours in the morning and went to sound sleep. It seems like I was dreaming, when my sleep was terribly disturbed by two alarms pounding at the same time as if some fire has been caught. I gave them a hit to keep them shut and went directly to bathroom.
I sat under the showers for almost half an hour and realising I have a train to catch, I hurried a bit and put on some clothes to save myself from the morning chilling wind. It was morning 7 when I reached the bus station and I was supposed to meet my project mate, Janani and her friend Anjana.But, I could see no familiar faces in the bus stop. But as I started looking for familiar faces all across the street, somewhere in the corner of street two images caught my sight. We together took a bus to train station. We reached station at 7:30 and our train was scheduled at 8. So we sat comfortably and had rigorous chat about everything. Exactly at 8:08, the train pulled to station and we boarded the train. The train was almost empty so we had lots of option over which seat to sit. We took the most comfortable two seaters facing each other and continued our talk. Due to some engineering works the train services were suspended from Ipswich but replacement bus services were operating to serve the travellers. The weather was calm and it was so refreshing to travel as wind was blowing from north without any rain. We boarded the bus in Ipswich and to give some competition to perfect weather, I plugged my iPod on to my ears to listen to some perfect music. I felt like, nothing in my life matched this ever before. It was almost half past ten when we reached Norwich, and we started walking towards King's Centre, venue of our Diwali Celebrations.
TCS associates had practised a whole bunch of events to perform on that day. Although all events were performed to its best, the sound system was very poor and audience was kept in desperate patience. Moreover many mothers had dressed up their children for this occasion but the children gave last minute jolt to their mothers as they did not turn up on to stage. If they turn up they ran from it, just like they are facing a wild animal.
Few skits and dance performances followed. I felt like if they could have set up some better micro-phones, this function could have been more enjoyable. In between we had some good Indian food and took snaps of ourselves. After lunch, housie tickets were distributed and I started scribbling my tickets biting my nails. Without a clue, my third row was filled and I cried 'BINGO'. I ran towards the stage where few organiser's verified my ticket and gave my prize. My demeanour must have told others that this is the first housie win I ever won in my life. We just dragged the time till 6 in the evening and boarded the bus again to reach London....
I sat under the showers for almost half an hour and realising I have a train to catch, I hurried a bit and put on some clothes to save myself from the morning chilling wind. It was morning 7 when I reached the bus station and I was supposed to meet my project mate, Janani and her friend Anjana.But, I could see no familiar faces in the bus stop. But as I started looking for familiar faces all across the street, somewhere in the corner of street two images caught my sight. We together took a bus to train station. We reached station at 7:30 and our train was scheduled at 8. So we sat comfortably and had rigorous chat about everything. Exactly at 8:08, the train pulled to station and we boarded the train. The train was almost empty so we had lots of option over which seat to sit. We took the most comfortable two seaters facing each other and continued our talk. Due to some engineering works the train services were suspended from Ipswich but replacement bus services were operating to serve the travellers. The weather was calm and it was so refreshing to travel as wind was blowing from north without any rain. We boarded the bus in Ipswich and to give some competition to perfect weather, I plugged my iPod on to my ears to listen to some perfect music. I felt like, nothing in my life matched this ever before. It was almost half past ten when we reached Norwich, and we started walking towards King's Centre, venue of our Diwali Celebrations.
TCS associates had practised a whole bunch of events to perform on that day. Although all events were performed to its best, the sound system was very poor and audience was kept in desperate patience. Moreover many mothers had dressed up their children for this occasion but the children gave last minute jolt to their mothers as they did not turn up on to stage. If they turn up they ran from it, just like they are facing a wild animal.
Few skits and dance performances followed. I felt like if they could have set up some better micro-phones, this function could have been more enjoyable. In between we had some good Indian food and took snaps of ourselves. After lunch, housie tickets were distributed and I started scribbling my tickets biting my nails. Without a clue, my third row was filled and I cried 'BINGO'. I ran towards the stage where few organiser's verified my ticket and gave my prize. My demeanour must have told others that this is the first housie win I ever won in my life. We just dragged the time till 6 in the evening and boarded the bus again to reach London....
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