Continuing with the Love Letter Trilogy here is the second part. My name is replaceable by the more suitable one's.
Hi
Considering you did not find my former letter offensive enough to fire back at me, but neither was it pleasing enough, for I still await a humble reply. I write to you again but this time rather in a straight forward manner compared to the convoluted expressions described earlier. I don’t understand what you did not get from our previous communication or you did not care enough to understand. May it was just some idiotic scribble for you but for me it was damn serious and almost the best way I could have expressed myself. It’s not like you don’t hang around with boys, and don’t tell me that I do that because they are my friends because what else am I asking you for and you can see I am trying hard for that. Just an opportunity and may be you would like me too. It’s not your face but the way of life what makes you so special and rare. May be you have some kind of misconception against me but I can assure you that I am not the kind of guy who goes of writing letter to every other girl he sees and trust me its first time ever I am doing such a thing. In last few days I have done things which I would have never done if I had option. I know how to change privacy setting before going to someone’s profile almost every day. I know it is cheap but good way to tell you that I was behind you. There is no background music in real life as in a movie so on has to explain the other through some concrete action. Possibly the information given below will clear the dust off few of your doubts.
• Arshad… “Naam pehle to nahin suna hoga!!!” but now you will always remember. I keep low profile.
• Have spoken only kind of 6 and a half sentence to any girl on the planet.
• May be I don’t speak much but do not tell lies. (Internal characteristic I don’t know why?)
• Don’t think much about myself and that is why 'About me' will kind of end in here.
Those who say "boys and girls can be only friends " are big lairs , it can never be true from both sides and whenever I say I want to be friend of you I simply mean I 'like' you and want to marry you in near future at some appropriate time and nothing else. I don't know why girls prefers friendship over marriage proposal may be they are afraid what their parents and other people would think about them and this damned friendship at the end leads to more complicated complications. So I will never need a girl friend.
I am showing such desperateness for a reason you probably don’t understand but maybe someday you will. A wider perception of thoughts and deeper understanding of intentions is all I can ask from you. No matter what you think of me but my intentions are pure as earthly possible. I don’t know what else to say to convince you. People think of me of a honorable person, I don’t know what you think of me, I don’t care about my integrity & respect as you are worth taking the risk and it is only Allah who gives respect to one in others heart.
I know you are beautiful, charming and simple (rarely found).I am short of words but in one word I can say you are awesome. I am very far from being a Hero (“Heroes don’t exists” you might know or may realize some day) but still a very eligible bachelor. It’s not that I am compared to you, now there is no match for your elegance. But I want to tell you something which I have never said to anyone nor I will say something like this in future ,you will not get better man than me(only Allah knows what is good for us).
You might be laughing or feeling funny while reading this letter but you would have understood my emotion if there was background music in real life. A know little about human psychology, I don’t think I have hurt you in these letters but I say Sorry for something that I said unintentionally did hurt your feelings. How can praising someone hurt him if this is the case with you I feel higher of you. Basically I am here to write some research paper not this type of letters and you are here to read some research paper not my letters. I don’t want to disturb your studies. But for my sake please reply even if you have lit bit sympathy or hatred for me.
If you are shy don’t be for I am shier. If you want to reject me do so. Don’t think of my feelings, your answer will only heal my heart and help me face the truth. I take both success and failure in my life with equal joy. Everyone has his own likes. I haven’t seen you closely or met you but still I like you and want to live whole life with you. May be you are not like me and want to know about me. For this you have to meet or call or mail or give your phone no to me may be I am asking for too much. I am one of the simplest person don’t hesitate with me.
At last just a little advice ‘Don’t change’, for most people like you the way you are. I will always admire you in all circumstances, it doesn’t matter what you think of me.
Thanks for making me got to sleep with a smile
P.S.: I Love You.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Love Letter
Below is a letter which I couldn't give to someone I wanted to but anyone who finds it interesting enough can use all or part of it as required without my permission.
Hi
I regret for my lack of sufficient gratitude and chivalry as to honour a beautiful lady’s name with a decent adjective. But actually it’s not my lack of manner but my lack of knowledge which is to be blamed for I know not all those fancy designations (please don’t tell me thesaurus do exist) that people refer each other with while communicating. So I start with a simple salutation. The very next thing I want you to be absolutely clear about is that, this is not a love letter. So please do not hit the delete before getting the essence of it. Now that I have made you clear what this letter is not intended to be, I feel it really difficult to explain what it is ought to be.
I am not a Hero, not even a guy which a girl like you would notice, but the moment I see you I don’t know why people say their heart skips a beat or two when they see something awesome. In my case it is other way round and it paces up so fast that all I could think off is keeping away the sound of heart beat away from your ears. I am not telling you all this because I am in love with you or all that crap, may be its just infatuation and will go away with time (or may be it doesn’t). But no matter what you don’t want to concern yourself with any of this.
Only thing I expect from you is……………………. I don’t know how to say it, you can see I was not able to say to you in person that is why I am writing…..A Coffee. Just a coffee no strings attached, no bounds, no pressure just like two people accidentally meeting in a Coffee House chit chatting over nothing. May be that would give me a hint about how bad you are and helps me get over you. You know what they say ‘A lot can happen over coffee’, I just want to prove them wrong. I know you are trying not to believe a single word I say, but in my favour I can say I am writing this with all my innocence and will pray, for only he has the sole power over everyone's thought.
Thanks for reading
Yours ‘I don’t know what’
P.S. - Tea or any other liquid that might even include water will be equally good for me if you have decided upon reducing the caffeine intake.
Hi
I regret for my lack of sufficient gratitude and chivalry as to honour a beautiful lady’s name with a decent adjective. But actually it’s not my lack of manner but my lack of knowledge which is to be blamed for I know not all those fancy designations (please don’t tell me thesaurus do exist) that people refer each other with while communicating. So I start with a simple salutation. The very next thing I want you to be absolutely clear about is that, this is not a love letter. So please do not hit the delete before getting the essence of it. Now that I have made you clear what this letter is not intended to be, I feel it really difficult to explain what it is ought to be.
I am not a Hero, not even a guy which a girl like you would notice, but the moment I see you I don’t know why people say their heart skips a beat or two when they see something awesome. In my case it is other way round and it paces up so fast that all I could think off is keeping away the sound of heart beat away from your ears. I am not telling you all this because I am in love with you or all that crap, may be its just infatuation and will go away with time (or may be it doesn’t). But no matter what you don’t want to concern yourself with any of this.
Only thing I expect from you is……………………. I don’t know how to say it, you can see I was not able to say to you in person that is why I am writing…..A Coffee. Just a coffee no strings attached, no bounds, no pressure just like two people accidentally meeting in a Coffee House chit chatting over nothing. May be that would give me a hint about how bad you are and helps me get over you. You know what they say ‘A lot can happen over coffee’, I just want to prove them wrong. I know you are trying not to believe a single word I say, but in my favour I can say I am writing this with all my innocence and will pray, for only he has the sole power over everyone's thought.
Thanks for reading
Yours ‘I don’t know what’
P.S. - Tea or any other liquid that might even include water will be equally good for me if you have decided upon reducing the caffeine intake.
Friday, April 9, 2010
Ice-Cream
This time i have got a little story to tell, unfortunately a true one. I don't want to give any message out of it or any criticism. It was just an incident I came across and found worth telling-
The Great Indian Middle Class- the phrase which makes 80% of Indian hearts beat with pride but little do they know that the so called “Great Indian Middle Class” has little to do with financial status or rented homes or second hand cars. It is more about the way people think- Middle class or we better call them a group of people sharing similar thoughts and this is what is reflected in their behavior, their work place and their homes. Home we can call it the perfect reflection of their thoughts, everything that occupies a volume in here, from the Feng Shui bells on the front door to the darkest and deepest thoughts in their heart has got a hint of middle class in it. But never by all this do i mean to defame the glorious tradition of which I am a proud member of and so was Mr. Mathur.
Mr. Mathur was average at what ever he did and thought himself fortunate enough to land in a government sector job. He was a good son and a good brother, fulfilled all his responsibilities towards his parents and siblings. Only after he turned 28 did he marry a beautiful woman his mother chose for him. For now he is a proud father of a lovely 6 year old girl – Nalini. It had been 6 years but still pictures of that fateful day and the happiest moment of his life, when he first time took Nalini into his arms were crystal clear in his mind. As a matter of fact it is always said that parents are important for the vital existance of a child but neithr can we deny the fact that the child is the centre of universe for them.
Working in a PSU life was overtly simple for him and he never felt too preoccupied for giving time to his wife and “only” child. Mr. Mathur was middle class man and so were his dreams. From a long time he dreamt of having a car, not because he needed one badly but just because his colleagues have got one. Savings were insufficient to fulfill the wish of his Dream Car (by this in no way I mean a “Ferrari” a simple “Santro” would suffice) and only after the arrears of 6th Pay Commission, he could turn his dreams to reality. Mr. Mathur was an amateur driver and a friend of him had to take the driver's seat when it came to driving after the coconut breaking on the first day. He took the family for a drive around the township which took no more than half an hour. After this there were only rare occasions when car came out of its cover only to get washed and get neatly back in the parking lot.
“Daddy won't we go to Chennai for Ice-Cream today also!!!” Nalini has been constantly nagging for it for over a week now.
“Oh Darling I told you for now we are not going Chennai for Ice-Cream, may be some other day” Mr. Mathur told while having a look at company's Performance Index in current fiscal year.
“Ok then we can go somewhere near by, you have been avoiding it for over a week now. Daddy Please! Please! Please!”. Nalini insisted.
“Ok Ok!!!! Stop crying........... we will go. You go tell your mother to be ready while I take out the car”. An employee was overpowered by a father.
It has been days he had not driven. So to just brush up his skills as a driver he decided to have a few rounds around the park. Practice session was over and now with full confidence he drove towards the home only to see Nalini standing in her best dress. What a beautiful smile she had, lest did he thought he was seeing it for the last time and it was late enough to realise he was pushing accelerator instead of breaks. Collision took place right in the middle of road. Blow was fatal not only for the young girl but also for her mother as she saw her only child being crashed by a car in-front of her eyes. Strong heart attacks due to sudden shock can be fatal, everyone knows.
The Hospital was frequented by near and dear ones but Mr. Mathur was no where to be found. In-fact no one has noticed him half hour after his “Precious” was declared brought dead.
At 9:00 PM Police tried to stop an over-speeding red Santro.
“Daddy why don't you slow down” a sweet little voice came from somewhere close to his ears.
“Oh no, dear I got to get you an Ice-Cream otherwise your mother will be mad at me”. A hallucinated voice of Mr. Mathur came out of his throat.
“No daddy she won't. Just slow down!!!”
“No she will, I know she will. In-fact she is angry with me right now, hadn't it been she would have come along with you.” He pushed the accelerator hard.
TN- 9082 was the number of car found crashed against the backwater bridge railings. Driver was dead on the spot. People say he was driving just fast enough to get her daughter an ..........Ice-Cream.
Thanks to Mr. Soutrik Ghosh for helping me compile it.
The Great Indian Middle Class- the phrase which makes 80% of Indian hearts beat with pride but little do they know that the so called “Great Indian Middle Class” has little to do with financial status or rented homes or second hand cars. It is more about the way people think- Middle class or we better call them a group of people sharing similar thoughts and this is what is reflected in their behavior, their work place and their homes. Home we can call it the perfect reflection of their thoughts, everything that occupies a volume in here, from the Feng Shui bells on the front door to the darkest and deepest thoughts in their heart has got a hint of middle class in it. But never by all this do i mean to defame the glorious tradition of which I am a proud member of and so was Mr. Mathur.
Mr. Mathur was average at what ever he did and thought himself fortunate enough to land in a government sector job. He was a good son and a good brother, fulfilled all his responsibilities towards his parents and siblings. Only after he turned 28 did he marry a beautiful woman his mother chose for him. For now he is a proud father of a lovely 6 year old girl – Nalini. It had been 6 years but still pictures of that fateful day and the happiest moment of his life, when he first time took Nalini into his arms were crystal clear in his mind. As a matter of fact it is always said that parents are important for the vital existance of a child but neithr can we deny the fact that the child is the centre of universe for them.
Working in a PSU life was overtly simple for him and he never felt too preoccupied for giving time to his wife and “only” child. Mr. Mathur was middle class man and so were his dreams. From a long time he dreamt of having a car, not because he needed one badly but just because his colleagues have got one. Savings were insufficient to fulfill the wish of his Dream Car (by this in no way I mean a “Ferrari” a simple “Santro” would suffice) and only after the arrears of 6th Pay Commission, he could turn his dreams to reality. Mr. Mathur was an amateur driver and a friend of him had to take the driver's seat when it came to driving after the coconut breaking on the first day. He took the family for a drive around the township which took no more than half an hour. After this there were only rare occasions when car came out of its cover only to get washed and get neatly back in the parking lot.
“Daddy won't we go to Chennai for Ice-Cream today also!!!” Nalini has been constantly nagging for it for over a week now.
“Oh Darling I told you for now we are not going Chennai for Ice-Cream, may be some other day” Mr. Mathur told while having a look at company's Performance Index in current fiscal year.
“Ok then we can go somewhere near by, you have been avoiding it for over a week now. Daddy Please! Please! Please!”. Nalini insisted.
“Ok Ok!!!! Stop crying........... we will go. You go tell your mother to be ready while I take out the car”. An employee was overpowered by a father.
It has been days he had not driven. So to just brush up his skills as a driver he decided to have a few rounds around the park. Practice session was over and now with full confidence he drove towards the home only to see Nalini standing in her best dress. What a beautiful smile she had, lest did he thought he was seeing it for the last time and it was late enough to realise he was pushing accelerator instead of breaks. Collision took place right in the middle of road. Blow was fatal not only for the young girl but also for her mother as she saw her only child being crashed by a car in-front of her eyes. Strong heart attacks due to sudden shock can be fatal, everyone knows.
The Hospital was frequented by near and dear ones but Mr. Mathur was no where to be found. In-fact no one has noticed him half hour after his “Precious” was declared brought dead.
At 9:00 PM Police tried to stop an over-speeding red Santro.
“Daddy why don't you slow down” a sweet little voice came from somewhere close to his ears.
“Oh no, dear I got to get you an Ice-Cream otherwise your mother will be mad at me”. A hallucinated voice of Mr. Mathur came out of his throat.
“No daddy she won't. Just slow down!!!”
“No she will, I know she will. In-fact she is angry with me right now, hadn't it been she would have come along with you.” He pushed the accelerator hard.
TN- 9082 was the number of car found crashed against the backwater bridge railings. Driver was dead on the spot. People say he was driving just fast enough to get her daughter an ..........Ice-Cream.
Thanks to Mr. Soutrik Ghosh for helping me compile it.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Life moves on....
First thing one visualizes when the sound ”Nuclear” hits his ear drums is about a nuclear war, and the foremost thing you notice about a Nuclear establishment is the security it is reinforced with (it seems almost half of the country’s CISF is deployed here). It does take time but eventually you do overcome the preceding thoughts and realize that it’s not only during war one needs to be careful about radiations but in places near nuclear plants also you must take all the precautions for radiation protection. It may be that not half the CISF is deployed here but every person working here seems to be military trained by the way they religiously follow the rules.
As a student of science I was always fascinated by the law of conservation of Energy- Energy can neither be created nor be destroyed it is just converted from one form to other, I thought a little a deeply about and realized that it’s kind of a universal law which can be applied to almost anything. Anything can neither be created nor be destroyed, it’s neither good nor bad, it just transforms from one form to other and it’s one’s own perspective which makes a thing adorable or hideous. The day I landed Mumbai and said to myself “I will rule this city one day” as Shahrukh Khan had said and thousand others say daily when they put their best foot forward in this city and then only time decides who remains true to his words. I guess fate was not on my side that day and only the next day I received the shattering news of being sent to Kalpakkam, and just before that moment, I suppose for the last time I had 100% confidence that I had done the right thing joining this organization. Percentage had been oscillating since and is still away from the perfect value and this was what I meant when I had written about one’s perspective makes a thing good or bad.
7 days of non-stop boredom followed the formalities of admission with all the languid presentations. The only moment I could see smile on helpless guys was the time when tea break or lunch break was enunciated or when the clock struck 5:00 PM. Despite of all this, bunch of almost 100 guys has its own ways of entertainment. I bet all the girls there had not received so much male attention in their whole life as they did in this one week. Boys will be boys after all no matter how the girl reacts or what she looks like or even how she feels about all this stuff, they just won’t stop hitting.
I always believed there were two kinds of people in this world- one who have seen the TajMahal and the other who have not seen it but then I met the third kind and they saw the world with their own different eyes and also classified them on a different genre. They also believed there were two kinds of people in this world- one who know something about a nuclear reactor and the other who are completely unaware of the principles of working of a nuclear reactor and to be very honest they are proud of this classification and if you fall in the later category you don’t deserve a respect. Everyone here seems to have an attitude of his own, whose is greater than whose is really hard to identify. I am still in process of identifying the cause of it, is it because of southern climate or nuclear radiation, but no success yet. Anybody from care taker to Training Superintendent can kick your ass and you have no right to complain about it. Although Bus drivers seem a little ahead of all of them, they just won’t stop when you want them to , they won’t start until they feel like, no matter what you tell them they will have only one answer “Ille!”(I don’t know if it means f*** you). They won’t let you in if they don’t feel like, they won’t let you out if you are a second late on the gate sometimes I feel had they been allowed they would have put a board on their buses “Dogs and Trainees not allowed” that too in Tamil so that dogs couldn’t read it and feel offended.
Sometimes you regret for your mistakes done by you knowingly or unknowingly and seek penance for it, believe me if you are a North Indian being served South Indian food daily you are repenting for your past sins. You are made to eat all that non-edible food and first time in your life you realize why people (North Indians) tremble when they talk of South Indian food.
Punjabi’s are FUN LOVING,
Rajasthani’s are orthodox and FUN LOVING,
Gujaratis are ritualistic and FUN LOVING,
Marathi’s are chauvinist and FUN LOVING,
Delhites are enviably smart and FUN LOVING,
Bengali’s are intellectual and FUN LOVING,
U. P., Bihari’s are emotional, short tempered and FUN LOVING
but Tamilians are one of their kind, they don’t love the word fun at all (or maybe they have their own version of the word meaning “fun”). But actually they are fond of some things like:
1. Keeping unpronounceable name of their places and themselves (try pronouncing Arulmigu, Karpagambal ) and with an extra “th” whenever “t” is required namitha, jayalalitha etc.
2. Wearing gajras.
3. Walking down in lungi’s and even better if barefoot(hope congress’s austerity drive was inspired here)
4. Waking up at 5 in morning and sleeping at 9:00 PM
5. And RAJNIKANTH, mind the extra “h”
People here just love rules and even love more following them, so next time you are thinking of getting into argument with a Tamilian better carry a rule book, it doesn’t matter if you have written it yourself (although you would have a tough time explaining him which rule allowed you to write a rule book). But along with all these things they are really decent and intellectual people with a heart which beats for love and emotions.
Among all this mayhem I had the sweetest thing in form of friends with me who did make everything so calm and easy. You really don’t expect such nice people in the corporate world after what you have seen it from outside. I know that every person is different in this world but guys around me seem to be specialist of their respective fields. We have the guy who just love helping people and one who know how to extract help from others, and we have one who can make joke of anything and one who can make anything a joke. We have one who can’t stop chattering about girls and one who can’t utter a word in presence of a girl. I can go on writing about the qualities guys here are possessed with but it seems sufficient for giving an idea of the genre we have and as far I am concerned ……. may be others will write about it.
DISCLAIMER:
All the facts and comments written above are for the sole purpose of creating humor and I deeply regret if any one finds them offensive.
As a student of science I was always fascinated by the law of conservation of Energy- Energy can neither be created nor be destroyed it is just converted from one form to other, I thought a little a deeply about and realized that it’s kind of a universal law which can be applied to almost anything. Anything can neither be created nor be destroyed, it’s neither good nor bad, it just transforms from one form to other and it’s one’s own perspective which makes a thing adorable or hideous. The day I landed Mumbai and said to myself “I will rule this city one day” as Shahrukh Khan had said and thousand others say daily when they put their best foot forward in this city and then only time decides who remains true to his words. I guess fate was not on my side that day and only the next day I received the shattering news of being sent to Kalpakkam, and just before that moment, I suppose for the last time I had 100% confidence that I had done the right thing joining this organization. Percentage had been oscillating since and is still away from the perfect value and this was what I meant when I had written about one’s perspective makes a thing good or bad.
7 days of non-stop boredom followed the formalities of admission with all the languid presentations. The only moment I could see smile on helpless guys was the time when tea break or lunch break was enunciated or when the clock struck 5:00 PM. Despite of all this, bunch of almost 100 guys has its own ways of entertainment. I bet all the girls there had not received so much male attention in their whole life as they did in this one week. Boys will be boys after all no matter how the girl reacts or what she looks like or even how she feels about all this stuff, they just won’t stop hitting.
I always believed there were two kinds of people in this world- one who have seen the TajMahal and the other who have not seen it but then I met the third kind and they saw the world with their own different eyes and also classified them on a different genre. They also believed there were two kinds of people in this world- one who know something about a nuclear reactor and the other who are completely unaware of the principles of working of a nuclear reactor and to be very honest they are proud of this classification and if you fall in the later category you don’t deserve a respect. Everyone here seems to have an attitude of his own, whose is greater than whose is really hard to identify. I am still in process of identifying the cause of it, is it because of southern climate or nuclear radiation, but no success yet. Anybody from care taker to Training Superintendent can kick your ass and you have no right to complain about it. Although Bus drivers seem a little ahead of all of them, they just won’t stop when you want them to , they won’t start until they feel like, no matter what you tell them they will have only one answer “Ille!”(I don’t know if it means f*** you). They won’t let you in if they don’t feel like, they won’t let you out if you are a second late on the gate sometimes I feel had they been allowed they would have put a board on their buses “Dogs and Trainees not allowed” that too in Tamil so that dogs couldn’t read it and feel offended.
Sometimes you regret for your mistakes done by you knowingly or unknowingly and seek penance for it, believe me if you are a North Indian being served South Indian food daily you are repenting for your past sins. You are made to eat all that non-edible food and first time in your life you realize why people (North Indians) tremble when they talk of South Indian food.
Punjabi’s are FUN LOVING,
Rajasthani’s are orthodox and FUN LOVING,
Gujaratis are ritualistic and FUN LOVING,
Marathi’s are chauvinist and FUN LOVING,
Delhites are enviably smart and FUN LOVING,
Bengali’s are intellectual and FUN LOVING,
U. P., Bihari’s are emotional, short tempered and FUN LOVING
but Tamilians are one of their kind, they don’t love the word fun at all (or maybe they have their own version of the word meaning “fun”). But actually they are fond of some things like:
1. Keeping unpronounceable name of their places and themselves (try pronouncing Arulmigu, Karpagambal ) and with an extra “th” whenever “t” is required namitha, jayalalitha etc.
2. Wearing gajras.
3. Walking down in lungi’s and even better if barefoot(hope congress’s austerity drive was inspired here)
4. Waking up at 5 in morning and sleeping at 9:00 PM
5. And RAJNIKANTH, mind the extra “h”
People here just love rules and even love more following them, so next time you are thinking of getting into argument with a Tamilian better carry a rule book, it doesn’t matter if you have written it yourself (although you would have a tough time explaining him which rule allowed you to write a rule book). But along with all these things they are really decent and intellectual people with a heart which beats for love and emotions.
Among all this mayhem I had the sweetest thing in form of friends with me who did make everything so calm and easy. You really don’t expect such nice people in the corporate world after what you have seen it from outside. I know that every person is different in this world but guys around me seem to be specialist of their respective fields. We have the guy who just love helping people and one who know how to extract help from others, and we have one who can make joke of anything and one who can make anything a joke. We have one who can’t stop chattering about girls and one who can’t utter a word in presence of a girl. I can go on writing about the qualities guys here are possessed with but it seems sufficient for giving an idea of the genre we have and as far I am concerned ……. may be others will write about it.
DISCLAIMER:
All the facts and comments written above are for the sole purpose of creating humor and I deeply regret if any one finds them offensive.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Game Over
It was not until I saw tears in my friend’s eyes when we went to see off him, I realized that everything that was ever told to me about parting and everything that I never took seriously or I can say most of us didn’t really understand the meaning of which, became so alive and meaningful. But now when it has come right in front of me with all its ugliness, I am sorry about using such a hideous word to describe parting which is a part of change and symbolizes the continuity, as some people say change is for good but I can’t help myself as it fills everything around me with a blank, a damn total blank. I am afraid of every thought that comes into my mind and I am in there without my friends. With a flash of thought that possibly I would never be able to see them again, suddenly every minute moment spent with friends seem to flash in front of my eyes just as the whole life revolves around a drowning man just before the last moment.
Although it was four long years that we as a group spent together, sharing everything from a drafter to top secrets, it seems everything just vanished away in a few moments. It was just yesterday when we used to spent our priceless time drinking tea and discussing world politics, sharing our love stories, smoking cigarettes some taking their first puff some last(as they have pledged to quit, although it rarely happens that way). There were so many things said and much more than that left to be say.
Classrooms were not less interesting either; I suppose except a few front benchers almost everyone including me improved their English in here, be it a novel or newspaper we read everything except what teacher taught. There was one thing we should be really thankful to our teachers, the bollywood knowledge we have, classrooms seem to be perfect place and periods the perfect timing for playing that “fill-in-the-blank-bollywood-movie-name” game (I don’t exactly know the name of the game and I seriously doubt if one really exists), everyone seem to have mastered the game by year end and even movies like Pyasi Chudail and Khatmal Ka Bachpan didn’t go blank. Tea breaks after every period were a must after all we did a daring job of spending a whole 50 minutes in the classroom listening to all the gibberish the teacher say and doing everything to control not being asleep.
Love stories were a prominent part of the class, there were a few most popular pairs which I cannot name but hope that they do not degrade into forthcoming categories, a few Devdas thrown away by Paro’s and waiting for their Chandramukhi’s, a few members of the FOSLA (Frustrated One Sided Lovers Association common term among boys and an amusing term for girls), and rest of them born bachelors like me, wait….. did someone say liar-liar. And guess what? The most striking part was the day when a proposal was rejected, it was almost a Christmas for the people around the boy, and a doomsday for the guy himself, well girl never seems to have a problem with it.
Although many of us including me would never say it but believe it by heart that these were the most beautiful years of their life spent till now. I actually didn’t ever liked my college, I mean nor was I fond of teachers around here neither was the college administration so inspiring. I guess I won’t even remember where my classrooms were or on which computer I completed my project but for sure no matter how hard I try I could never forget the people around me, my friends, my classmates, my seniors, my juniors they are all so nice it’s almost impossible to find such a gathering of intellectual, inspiring, affectionate in a way awesome people at one place. With the final days gone it’s all over physically but I am sure the days will live forever in our hearts.
For People I Love
Arshad
Although it was four long years that we as a group spent together, sharing everything from a drafter to top secrets, it seems everything just vanished away in a few moments. It was just yesterday when we used to spent our priceless time drinking tea and discussing world politics, sharing our love stories, smoking cigarettes some taking their first puff some last(as they have pledged to quit, although it rarely happens that way). There were so many things said and much more than that left to be say.
Classrooms were not less interesting either; I suppose except a few front benchers almost everyone including me improved their English in here, be it a novel or newspaper we read everything except what teacher taught. There was one thing we should be really thankful to our teachers, the bollywood knowledge we have, classrooms seem to be perfect place and periods the perfect timing for playing that “fill-in-the-blank-bollywood-movie-name” game (I don’t exactly know the name of the game and I seriously doubt if one really exists), everyone seem to have mastered the game by year end and even movies like Pyasi Chudail and Khatmal Ka Bachpan didn’t go blank. Tea breaks after every period were a must after all we did a daring job of spending a whole 50 minutes in the classroom listening to all the gibberish the teacher say and doing everything to control not being asleep.
Love stories were a prominent part of the class, there were a few most popular pairs which I cannot name but hope that they do not degrade into forthcoming categories, a few Devdas thrown away by Paro’s and waiting for their Chandramukhi’s, a few members of the FOSLA (Frustrated One Sided Lovers Association common term among boys and an amusing term for girls), and rest of them born bachelors like me, wait….. did someone say liar-liar. And guess what? The most striking part was the day when a proposal was rejected, it was almost a Christmas for the people around the boy, and a doomsday for the guy himself, well girl never seems to have a problem with it.
Although many of us including me would never say it but believe it by heart that these were the most beautiful years of their life spent till now. I actually didn’t ever liked my college, I mean nor was I fond of teachers around here neither was the college administration so inspiring. I guess I won’t even remember where my classrooms were or on which computer I completed my project but for sure no matter how hard I try I could never forget the people around me, my friends, my classmates, my seniors, my juniors they are all so nice it’s almost impossible to find such a gathering of intellectual, inspiring, affectionate in a way awesome people at one place. With the final days gone it’s all over physically but I am sure the days will live forever in our hearts.
For People I Love
Arshad
Saturday, May 9, 2009
No.. Yaar Not Yet
Every Time I see the bar graph and pie charts in the monthly or bimonthly (I am not sure as they are never consistent) newsletter of the “@ingenious solution” the figures of 100% placements and that too for many students with multiple placements, the figures seem to mock at me with not a single placement till date. With the boom in Indian Economy an almost alien term for the people of ZHCET came into existence known as the “Campus Placements”. The popularity of the term was almost equivalent to the rise of the Sensex of the Bombay Stock Exchange and everyone on the campus seems to have a pitched fever for the same. Although the rise of Sensex has ceased and in fact it now seems to have gone into an abyss, the changes it had made to the campus environment here are irrevocable.
Questions like “Campus placement hota hai ki nahin” or “Maximum package kitna gaya is baar” have become the deciding factor for choosing the college or branch of study, of course people take into account their own intellectual interest but that comes only after the first condition is met, after all when money speaks no one checks the grammar. From the first day of college most of students first and foremost thought is to get a campus placement, that too with a high “package” (now that is another term added to the dictionary of the college). He spends “sleepless afternoons” (at AMU afternoons are meant to sleep) to join the Personality Development, English Improvement, Aptitude, C programming classes etc. etc. (two etceteras are also a part of the enhanced English of the college) the list seems to be endless. Then the “dreamy nights” in the wake of extracurricular activities such as sports and guitar classes (this adds glitter to their CV’s). As the time-space theory of Einstien is still under research and no stretching of time is possible I know many of the guys waking up at 4:30am to attend the gym, as physical fitness is a must to give the first impression in interviews.
My story begins almost on the same track with the same dreams and similar dialogues “If a get a placement in Adobe then its well warna TCS mein to ho hi jayega”, “MTech ke bare mein bhi soch sakta hoon”. Although my attendance in afternoon classes were poor, to be exact very poor (around 2-3 in whole B.Tech) but that doesn’t matter as “How can they improve my already developed personality” and “CPI doesn’t make a good student” were the taglines the likes of me followed, and so the attendance in compulsory classes were not good either. As far as CPI is concerned there are two possibilities to obtain a good one, first is absolutely impossible for me in this life as it requires one to be a “pretty” girl (Mind “pretty” in inverted commas) with a bit of second possibility that require a good memorizing power (Ratant Vidhya Patant Gyanam) which I always lacked although I have a good understanding capability (or I assume I have), so the dream road to good CPI ends here.
I did everything I could to add some stars to my CV but always found myself incapable of doing so. I tried every game of which I was at least able to learn rules even the ones like “Court Piece” and “NFS” but in none was even close to attaining even a Consolation Certificate. Similar was the condition with Cultural events, although my voice is not horrible but to give away prize they need a Sonu Nigam or Kailash Kher in their singing competition. What little success I got was in literary field that added a little to my CV and with all that I gained there I am writing this article.
With “confidence” as my middle name, I carried on with everything around me as “average” and everything not achievable as “zaroorat kya hai”. 3rd year crosses on here comes final year with all companies lined up to recruit young and “cheap” labourers. Although that seemed sufficient to fulfill at least the initial dreams we take as fish would take to water - cars, shopping with Credit Cards in malls, wearing Van Heusen suits, and a nice 3-bedroom flat in a posh colony. Selection in the written test did boost my confidence level but with the result declared of the recruited candidates by the first company and my name not being there, things were not going to be the same again for me. Although I said “Frankly my dear I don’t give a damn” as it was among the few dialogues I have learned from Hollywood Classics, something deep inside me was broken.
With every notice of a new company visiting campus a new ray of hope comes to me but every time they display the list of selected candidates I don’t know how they “forget” to print my name. Every time I don myself with the best possible apparel I could arrange, mostly it would be borrowed from the friends already placed. I don’t know if I looked ogre to the interviewers that will eat them up if they select me. My search that started with a great deal of optimism has now reached a state of feverish desperation.
Every time I come out with a disqualification a list of improvements suggested by my already placed friends would be waiting for me to act upon – “Don’t wear this Red striped tie it looks old fashioned”, “Apna aptitude improve karo yaar”, “Change your hairstyle it makes you look like an idiot”. Although that Red tie was borrowed from the one already having two placements, may be my aptitude was not outstanding but it was for sure better than the one telling me to improve, and I have not heard anything more ridiculous than the third suggestion. Everyone around me seems to have a “License to Suggest” and I am the vulnerable prey.
Among all this mayhem there was one passion (common with almost every student of college) that never let me down “Movies”. The best thing about movies is there is one for almost every occasion. So with the overdose of frustration ‘Original Sin’ seems best choice to get rid of, ‘Devdas’ was my only choice when my first girlfriend ditched me, and ‘Saw’ series has always been a source of inspiration. Oops….., perhaps I should have chosen some other examples.
Whatever, the pointing fingers and gazing eyes seem to follow me everywhere not even my home seems comforting. Dad's comments were usual “Itna paisa laga kar padhaya-likhaya sab barbad kar diya” but even the mother’s lap lost its placidness. Relatives and neighbors seem to be waiting for this moment “Abhi tak tumhara placement nahin hua mere bhai ke sasur ke bhateeje ke ladke ka to first year mein hi ho gaya tha”, came the comment from aunt living nearby, although her own son may have just opened a grocery shop. Even the girls next door who were eager to talk to me till yesterday start ignoring me and as far as my girlfriend is concerned, she suddenly finds everything in me imperfect and inappropriate to be more precise disgusting.
There are a few people who try to fortify with placating word such as “Koi baat nahin sab theek ho jayega” but nothing seems more consoling than the list on which my name is present (of course that was only in dreams). The whole concept of life, love and friendship comes crashing down right in front of my eyes. The vital thing for once existence goes missing. Nothing at this stage seems more important than placement not even one’s own existence. What little peace one gets is right under the roof of GOD’s name.
This is my last semester and almost only two months left to leave the college and I am still unplaced so whenever someone deliberately asks me “Kis company mein placement hua hai?” (A modified form for “Are you placed???”), with every ounce of my strength left in me I control my anger and emotions (I can’t write tears that sound so feminine) I answer “Nahin………Yaar Abhi Nahin Hua”, only to see a hidden smile on the others face.
Questions like “Campus placement hota hai ki nahin” or “Maximum package kitna gaya is baar” have become the deciding factor for choosing the college or branch of study, of course people take into account their own intellectual interest but that comes only after the first condition is met, after all when money speaks no one checks the grammar. From the first day of college most of students first and foremost thought is to get a campus placement, that too with a high “package” (now that is another term added to the dictionary of the college). He spends “sleepless afternoons” (at AMU afternoons are meant to sleep) to join the Personality Development, English Improvement, Aptitude, C programming classes etc. etc. (two etceteras are also a part of the enhanced English of the college) the list seems to be endless. Then the “dreamy nights” in the wake of extracurricular activities such as sports and guitar classes (this adds glitter to their CV’s). As the time-space theory of Einstien is still under research and no stretching of time is possible I know many of the guys waking up at 4:30am to attend the gym, as physical fitness is a must to give the first impression in interviews.
My story begins almost on the same track with the same dreams and similar dialogues “If a get a placement in Adobe then its well warna TCS mein to ho hi jayega”, “MTech ke bare mein bhi soch sakta hoon”. Although my attendance in afternoon classes were poor, to be exact very poor (around 2-3 in whole B.Tech) but that doesn’t matter as “How can they improve my already developed personality” and “CPI doesn’t make a good student” were the taglines the likes of me followed, and so the attendance in compulsory classes were not good either. As far as CPI is concerned there are two possibilities to obtain a good one, first is absolutely impossible for me in this life as it requires one to be a “pretty” girl (Mind “pretty” in inverted commas) with a bit of second possibility that require a good memorizing power (Ratant Vidhya Patant Gyanam) which I always lacked although I have a good understanding capability (or I assume I have), so the dream road to good CPI ends here.
I did everything I could to add some stars to my CV but always found myself incapable of doing so. I tried every game of which I was at least able to learn rules even the ones like “Court Piece” and “NFS” but in none was even close to attaining even a Consolation Certificate. Similar was the condition with Cultural events, although my voice is not horrible but to give away prize they need a Sonu Nigam or Kailash Kher in their singing competition. What little success I got was in literary field that added a little to my CV and with all that I gained there I am writing this article.
With “confidence” as my middle name, I carried on with everything around me as “average” and everything not achievable as “zaroorat kya hai”. 3rd year crosses on here comes final year with all companies lined up to recruit young and “cheap” labourers. Although that seemed sufficient to fulfill at least the initial dreams we take as fish would take to water - cars, shopping with Credit Cards in malls, wearing Van Heusen suits, and a nice 3-bedroom flat in a posh colony. Selection in the written test did boost my confidence level but with the result declared of the recruited candidates by the first company and my name not being there, things were not going to be the same again for me. Although I said “Frankly my dear I don’t give a damn” as it was among the few dialogues I have learned from Hollywood Classics, something deep inside me was broken.
With every notice of a new company visiting campus a new ray of hope comes to me but every time they display the list of selected candidates I don’t know how they “forget” to print my name. Every time I don myself with the best possible apparel I could arrange, mostly it would be borrowed from the friends already placed. I don’t know if I looked ogre to the interviewers that will eat them up if they select me. My search that started with a great deal of optimism has now reached a state of feverish desperation.
Every time I come out with a disqualification a list of improvements suggested by my already placed friends would be waiting for me to act upon – “Don’t wear this Red striped tie it looks old fashioned”, “Apna aptitude improve karo yaar”, “Change your hairstyle it makes you look like an idiot”. Although that Red tie was borrowed from the one already having two placements, may be my aptitude was not outstanding but it was for sure better than the one telling me to improve, and I have not heard anything more ridiculous than the third suggestion. Everyone around me seems to have a “License to Suggest” and I am the vulnerable prey.
Among all this mayhem there was one passion (common with almost every student of college) that never let me down “Movies”. The best thing about movies is there is one for almost every occasion. So with the overdose of frustration ‘Original Sin’ seems best choice to get rid of, ‘Devdas’ was my only choice when my first girlfriend ditched me, and ‘Saw’ series has always been a source of inspiration. Oops….., perhaps I should have chosen some other examples.
Whatever, the pointing fingers and gazing eyes seem to follow me everywhere not even my home seems comforting. Dad's comments were usual “Itna paisa laga kar padhaya-likhaya sab barbad kar diya” but even the mother’s lap lost its placidness. Relatives and neighbors seem to be waiting for this moment “Abhi tak tumhara placement nahin hua mere bhai ke sasur ke bhateeje ke ladke ka to first year mein hi ho gaya tha”, came the comment from aunt living nearby, although her own son may have just opened a grocery shop. Even the girls next door who were eager to talk to me till yesterday start ignoring me and as far as my girlfriend is concerned, she suddenly finds everything in me imperfect and inappropriate to be more precise disgusting.
There are a few people who try to fortify with placating word such as “Koi baat nahin sab theek ho jayega” but nothing seems more consoling than the list on which my name is present (of course that was only in dreams). The whole concept of life, love and friendship comes crashing down right in front of my eyes. The vital thing for once existence goes missing. Nothing at this stage seems more important than placement not even one’s own existence. What little peace one gets is right under the roof of GOD’s name.
This is my last semester and almost only two months left to leave the college and I am still unplaced so whenever someone deliberately asks me “Kis company mein placement hua hai?” (A modified form for “Are you placed???”), with every ounce of my strength left in me I control my anger and emotions (I can’t write tears that sound so feminine) I answer “Nahin………Yaar Abhi Nahin Hua”, only to see a hidden smile on the others face.
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