Livin La Vida Nirma !!!

My life at Nirma-Saukem, Porbandar !!!

Voila! Six months in Saukem (Saurashtra Chemicals, Nirmal, Porbandar) still alive and going good.

One comes across crests & troughs in life and after all life is not that easy to live. One has to make efforts, at the right time, at the right place and plenty of them.

Yes, the journey has been transcending and I hope it will continue to be so. Life here in Nirma is altogether different than what I used to live in Rajkot during fascinating college life. As an engeneeroid, I used to get so many chances to do so many things, cult-fest, tech-fest, sports events, submission tension, viva havocs, and practical nightmares, late night reading and chai-theplas (at shreeji on kalawad road and joker gathiya and thepla-suki bhaji at suryakant) & kharis, goof-ups, masti, kick-ups, booze parties and what not. Pumped-up parties, rock shows and garba nights in college had its own glamour and has an indelible footprints in my heart. I still cherish them. Listening to linkin park, nirvana, guns n roses, enigma, rasmus, and lots of such rocking music in my 2000 Watt music system. All this is passé now for me. Everything is vanished, everything, like college life enjoyment has come to an end. But then, it has to go in this way only.

Now I m a professional and have learned a lot and it certainly has made a lot of difference in the way I think and perceive things. My behaviour to wards my colleges (in erstwhile my friends), society and specially towards my family members has changed a lot.

The most important learning for me has been about how to live without the comfort that your parents provide you and how to deal with it. Initially, it was difficult but as time passed by we have to get over it. Yes, I still miss home and specially college life at Rajkot very much but then, who doesn’t.

The main problem here in Saukem is eatery. Food provided in the mess, on the company’s subsidy is something that a normal human being just can’t swallow. so myself, Chirag and Devendra have started Rameshbhai’s tiffin service. It’s nice, bit tasty and at least swall-o-ble. The good, not the best thing about the tiffin service is, it provides wafers. And we all love it.

Working in company, Oops, the nightmare came true. Really, no doubt, I had always a reverie about, being an electrical engineer I will work in company and in fields for power transmission company. But after getting selected in campus in Nirma Chemicals, and specially after coming to Porbandar in Saukem, I met the reality. Working in shifts, and changing of it every week was like putting your leg every week in cow’s stool. Working in the factory arena is good, but the way we work over there is bit awkward. It’s altogether a different story. I have Tuesday as my weekly off, from every Wednesday, my shift changes, A shift- morning six to afternoon two, B-after noon two to night ten, And C-night ten to morning six. The bloodiest shift is morning one, and the creamy is C. as you might be knowing, engineers are owls. Right ? The only problem with C aka night shift is, mosquitoes. They bite us like hell. On hands, on ass, on legs and where not yaar.

But yes, this is a company and I’m the employee. I have to work and provide a solution of a fault using my technical skills. I’m a staff member, not a worker. I get a salary and not a wage. I have to be more mature, and more ethical and authentic in my behaviour. I can’t loose my temper; I can’t just have a fight with my colleague and shout at him in vulgar slang. Even at night, in wee hours, no matter how much harsh the condition is, I’ve to remain polite with my colleagues and workers.

To write about what I have felt and been through in these four and a half months (to be exact) will take many pages but I hope that my life at SauKem continues to be more and more knowledge-o-ble and full of life-time-experience.

A women in Love with herself

Unconditional, selfless love

Cherishing a tender dove.

Smirks & giggles,

Tempers & moods.

Temperamental n supernatural

Diplomatic n democratic.

Monarchy, not anarchy

Dedicated, not distracted.

Antidote of her own love,

Makes her feel fresh all life long.

Elixir is her soothing,

Without which she’s nothing.

She’s the best, craves the greatest,

Inflinching beauty, neglecting the creepiest.

Thinking of him every minute,

Never gets into tantrum fit.

She never fails in rejoicing,

She always adorns the gracing.

Always lives the moments,

Without hiccups & comments.

Cherishes the past,

Never lives in cast.

Always founds the superlative love,

Comparable with the sky above.

She always resists & persists,

She always devotes,

She never hesitates,

She always makes the up-troughs,

She’s the dearest; she’s the calmest,

She’s the one who makes everyone uphill.

She’s the goddess; she’s the prowess,

She’s the mother; she’s the sister,

She’s love; she’s darling love.

Extinguished Flame

When I think I’d write,

I try to capture a certain beauty in a web of hopelessness.

But, when I really write,

Things go other way round:

I always try to capture hopelessness in a web of beauty.

My love is an extinguished flame,

Even the flow of dying ember is not there,

Even the ache of unrequited love is gone,

I wanted someone, & failed to win her.

Perhaps, I’m a silent warrior on my side

Perhaps, that’s why the days gone by had left no ache.

i cry when i'm happy

It seems I’m a lonely island of materialistic prosperity admist the ocean

of poverty. But I’m not an illusionist. Even, I’d be an illusionist, I’m sure – I wouldn’t know the difference between magic & illusion. I’m shrewd but still not dexter. I’m alacritic but languish. I’m tied in the manacles of my own principles – I get caught in the net of my own thoughts.

It follows like I’m not a blossomed flower; or rather I just can’t blossom to my fullest. No doubt, time is the ultimate elixir, but, the consequences that follow are never ephemeral. Still I can’t figure out, whether I know my limits. If I would be knowing it, than and only can I say that I’m not at my fullest. I find myself, biased with some indelible nets of thoughts, struggling really hard to set free and praying to god – I wish I’d remember Tennyson’s those lines –

Leave the cage, go, fly high,

It is your day, touch the sky.

Twenty years down the line, I dream that every barrier shall be vanished, every valley shall be exalted and every mountain & hill shall be made low, the rough places shall

be made plain, and the crooked places shall be made straight, and the glory of the lord shall be revealed and

all flesh and bone shall see it together – this, you can say as my hope; my meaning of freedom. And freedom comes from distinct & indelible hard work. So let the hard work flow, let the hard work go, make

it your say, make it your word.

Let the freedom flow from each and every corner of your existing surrounding. Let the freedom of your materialistic prosperity gloom and your happiness blossom to fullest,

as of mine – so I cry – c’est la vie.

The problem with me is, I’m the mortal who indulge in the illusions of hope. No doubt – we’re apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth and wide open for using a wand; this is transforming me into a beast; every thing happens exponentially. I personally do not believe in avalanche, but saturation do exist. But I’m not mean, though. But, am I disposed to be of the number of those, who having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things so nearly concern my temporal salvation? For my part, what ever anguish of spirit may cost, I’m willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide my whole for it; in order to blossom to my fullest, till the end of life – without elixir of life – but through determinations – Que Sera Sera.