Today is 22nd June, 2009. The D-day for leaving Veraval, for Pune. It's 3:12 A.M., right now and i'm hearing "Hit the Floor" by LP.
Ideas like, tomorrow I'm leaving for Pune, 'bout college, ragging, OP-Orientation Programme, first day, registration, outbound activities, hostel mates and life, train journey, et al are lingering all over my shit mind. All in all i'm growing insomaniac. Before to this, i signed out of chatting at 1, and then i tried hard to sleep, but invain. So, i tried nfs-mw, but got busted. So switched on telivision, surfed all over, but no chance. And then came over here. Went to Facebook, and then slided over here. The ultimate place for restless persons.
The thing is I'm really excited 'bout my new life. ''bout first day in the college, 'bout my new alma matter. 'bout Pune. 'bout myself. Que Sera Sera.
This is a short story, which I wrote on a deserted piece of paper and a pencil sitting in my Office, SauKem, Nirma Ltd, Porbandar, way back in January 2009, after completion of XAT exam.
Depressed and crunched, craggy faced Bipin was really not at ease, though sitting in an easy chair. He was not enjoying the coolness of air, sitting on the terrace of his sweet little home ‘Ashiyana’ in Bodakdev area of Ahmedabad city. He is a businessman in Paldi, having a so-called big warehouse like shop doing wholesale business of jaggery. He could earn well enough to sustain a family of at least ten. But unfortunately they were only two; he and his wife Shakuntla. The unfortunate thing about their life is, they donn have kids. Eleven years since their marriage still striving for one kid.
Bipin was twenty-four and Shakuntla was twenty-one when they got married. Bipin is a B.Com graduate from Gujarat Vidhyapith, he passed when he was 22. Soon after graduation, he joined his fathers business; a legacy. He is, no doubt a cerebral, lifted his fathers business from scratch to pinnacle. Meticulously done accounts, well maintained invoices, expertise in dealing with customers were the factors through he reached to zenith and now is sitting on the echelon of jaggery business. He is romantic, he is flourishing, he is articulated, he is profound, he has dexterity in maintaining business as well as his home. And he is lucky indeed to have Shakuntla as his wife, of same ilk. They are more of friends than husband-wife. They had arranged marriage, and their relation flourished like mushroom after engagement. Those late night phone talks and hand-written letters – romantic enough in this today’s e-world – to each other made them acquainted with each other, rather they actually came closer. Four months of love-letter communication; according to Shakuntla was the best part of her life. The aura, the feeling, the adrenalin rush, craziness’ that both used to feel used to take them on the seventh heaven.
There life’s being good; easygoing domestic. Transcending jaggery business for Bipin, everything seems well & fine; but Bipin & Shakuntla, both feel loneliness’. There’s life a void, it seems there’s a hole, a big void in their life and fire is passing though and hurting their hearts. A born off-spring craves for mother, a teenage craves from parents, a collegian focuses on opposite sex, bride concentrates on groom, and a married person has dire urge for kids. There own kids. This is the natural way of life. Husband and wife, no doubt has support of each other, but do feel void for a new life. They wish to have someone to fill their life with colours of rainbow. They could see the black and brown spots here and there on the gray canvas with white ambience of pinkish sun.They wanted to see the Pink sky, but what they could see was all Velvety darkness; Pale sky and Blackish clouds.
Same was the case with Bipin and Shakuntla. They had all the medical check-ups, problem found to be in Bipin. His sperm counts were low. 60 to 90 is the average count for normal body, and his counting was near to 15. So, Shakuntla wasn’t able to have her ovum’s fertilized. But she was educated enough to understand the condition. Bipin being a sole child of his parents was being forced heavily for having a child. Bipin’s bank balance was good but not that flourishing that he can afford high-end medical treatments and go for test tube babies or other such procedures. They both discussed for days and months, and thought over, what they should do? And finally but tentatively decided to adopt a child.
But still they – as as everybody wishes for – expected a blood relation, but had no other option. They even consulted for hiring sperm donor, which they found, beyond their capacity, so dropped out that idea too. They both agreed for adoption.
They set out for three orphanages, and finally decided for a girl child named ‘Asha’, from Balihari Anath Gruh, situated on Gurukul Road. Did all the medical check-ups for any hereditary diseases, if may found.
A new vibrant and flamboyant life sprung in “Ashiyana”. The gloomy faces of Bipin and Shakuntla were now sparking with all the colours of life, full of delight. It seemed like they were drench with rain of happiness and shower of joy ness. They got a new reason to live up their life. All the passion and compassion, the curiosity, the love, the feeling, the crassness’ that were hibernated in them all these years oozed out immediately and were showered on ‘Asha’।
दुस्रोको प्यार करने के लिए पहले अपने आपसे प्यार करो.
(a) secularism (b) unity (c) awareness (d) broadmindedness (e) dare to take initiative (f) leadership
2. Why you want to “MARRY”?
(a) it’s a tradition guys (b) to inherit our pedigree chart (family tree) (c) to get a soul & life partner (d) to share feelings (e) under pressure of parents – family members (f) to have sex (g) & to have more sex
“Ae yaar, I’m getting bored”, “Oye yaar, kya bore ho rahi hu”, “Seriously, I donno what to do, I’m getting dump, getting bored yaar”………
All these and lot more, I’ve heard them all. I listen them and listen happily. And then say normally, ‘ Hey bro, listen, we have, in this world so much to do, start doing all those things. And then see, how wonderful this life is.’ Then continue more intriguing picture in front of him/her, ‘ you’ve studied so much, did engineering, mba, bcom, llb, and what not, now you’ve got so much of – in abundance – knowledge, which you can use fruitfully. Read books, watch good movies, travel across, introspect, do whatever you can, and what you have not done till yet, but donn sit idle.
Believe me brother, we’ve in this world so much to do, that we can exhaust, but world shall never cease.’
We’re lost on this planet, No one to help us out, Sufferings are on the mount, Agony, mutiny, lapses - Generations to come - Generations to go – all tantamount Progress on the go, but what the use; Wealth, richness, misery, corruption Joy, Sooth, Hope & Admire: I don’t fear the future, Present is killing me.
Management is the ability of a person to get thing done by others. In fact he himself will not be doing or working out the small details, which is left for the others to be carried out. But while the others under him perform their work, the manager will certainly know as to what is being done by each of the people under him. In a broad sense, the details of the project are discussed in detail with the subordinates, so that they can get a clear picture as to what is expected of them. The sole responsibility of running a project is that of the manager.
In order to know whether the people under him are doing their duty, he will then have to monitor each of the workers, work etc. either directly or indirectly. It is not physically possible to monitor all that is going on under him, even though he is solely responsible for the project, and/or the work. In order to monitor the project, he must have in place, a number of details, checks, progress of work, bottle necks, their solutions, understanding, logic, commonsense, farsightedness, balance of mind, perseverance etc.
Is he is not able to have all these virtues, methodologies, arrangements, logistics etc. in place then it is possible that, things may go wrong, and then he along with him & the persons under him will have to work overtime to correct the situation/s. and the project could take a long time to complete and there would be cost overruns/ the persons under him would get disgusted, and lose interest. Once these lose interest, it would take a Herculean task to rectify the situation. It is always possible to correct these types of situations. Therefore it is very essential to discuss the project threadbare, and no details should be kept under wraps.
Relationship - of - Love, Love - of - Relationship.
In the first place, do we really understand the true n worthy meaning of Relationship?
This shit word or say phenomenon is the ridicule datum of all cause(s). We eventually (read normally) fall into the trap of three states of consciousness together; Viz. Subconscious, present and future. They’re like the vectorial representation of three vectors heading in completely different direction. Theoretically they’ve only 120 ^ 0 (120 degree) of difference, but in reality they mean the total “life shift”. Now this means, hoping for the best, we reap the worst. But, according to me, this is normal. ‘Coz it’s not you who‘ve decided the datum or say the zero point. And for that cause, our life is a mélange of hyper dogged confusion of relationships, created by this very nature.
Emotions most ever an obstinate, is rightly said. You never know, when it came, and when u got trapped...but one definitely shall remain aware and confused, when one gonna leave it.
Emotion’s of relationship (read love) is often mixed with other feelings like guilty, obligation, non-loyalty, content, disgust, disgrace, (sometime(s) prejudice) et al. And this, effectively roots us to lower grade of relationships, where expectations does not intersect. They form the citadel of tangents at spatial. Then, by the virtue of such cult’s it becomes too difficult to ponder on the definitions, dimensions or paradigms of true relationship; ’coz of personal investment(s) of non-called emotions & feelings.
When we embarked for a true long-term relationship, (I’m talking about two opposite sex personals) we never know, when such cult got introduced somewhere in the mid-way. And then, they shall never allow you to intersect the needs of the Relationship. Have your ever noticed that you reached at a certain critical stage—a point - beyond which you simply cannot fly in the name of having Relationship?
I did.
It’s always there, we’re, at all times are showered (read wet) with horn’s of dilemma. Albeit, we never tend to cry out playing our own experiences. No doubt, very often, the answer to the next junction(s) is/are within us, and our desire to achieve those manifests remains unfolded and unturned. But when one achieve them (conditions do apply) one feel the wholeness & completeness within oneself. One understand the true worth of her/his.
I’m still despair…
At times, most loving word that we can utter in such condition to other person is “NO”, though you hate it the most. We grow in love - sometimes happily, sometimes painfully, sometimes gaining, sometimes loosing.
Why gaining? Hey, who said you’ve to loose a lot in love. And love is all about loosing yourself…its all bullshit. This is true, only when you can see your zenith, your pinnacle...else all despair. We always grow in love, you grow nirvanically, you grow spiritually, you grow sympathically, you grow literally in all sense.
But still,...at least at this very moment, I can’t sit thinking - I’m clear with all my Relationships. There’re lots of illusions which lingers and has got overloaded on my heart n mind, and hinders the clarity of Relationships (I can call it love). Though, the illusions I’ve for myself, in my take for her, carries an infinite explosion of affection for her & is a sure-shot a reflection of harmless, platonic - purity of love.
Indian Premier League, Indian Popular League or Indian Peoples League. What ever one says, it’s now our People’s own League, “apna khel”. In a way, we’re saying to the world, beware guys, ‘lo and behold’, we’re again coming this year witha bang. And we’re gonna show it to the world, in bigger than ever ishtyle.
Remember, the commercial of IPL that of last year. “Mera Baap, Cricket ka Baap”, something like that ? a very good on. I’ve the reminiscence of last years IPL. That time I wasn’t interested in it initially, but as pace increased, slowly my interest and passion hiked in 20-20 format.
The passion, thrive, vigour, energy, vitality, enthusiasm and what not was there in IPL, isn’t it? The power shown by the players and the spectators was amazing . the action on the ground – due to short 20 over format – was spell bound. Three hours and fast cricketing was the mantra. The charisma those matches were having is still highly mesmerizing. I still remember those 157 runs by B.McCullum of Kolkatta Knight Riders in the very first match(which I enjoyed later on).
So, the memories of IPL 2008 are highly fresh and vitalizing in the minds of we Indians. And expectations are more this time. But unfortunately, Election 2009 has cooled the fever and subtracted the vigour. Chunav 2009, as it is symbolized with a ballet box as it’s insignia, is the commercial name of Elections. Lot’s of discussion, meetings between Mr. Lalit Modi, IPL Head and government took place mainly for the cause of security reason. No doubt it’s a major issue in Indian Subcontinent, I mean Election. lol, what a joke, right?
And finally after many distractions IPL 2009 has been finalized to be held in South Africa, a place of good hope. (And, birth place of “Amhimsa”). Let’s see what Mr. Modi and IPL in all have for us.
I’m eagerly waiting for the infectious and highly energized actions on the ground and classic sexy – ‘babeh’ – cheer leaders.
My Projection:
We’re surely gonna miss highly crowded stadiums which is a normal dictum in India, but still good mixture of players from all over the world is going to make a difference in South Africa.
Highlights:
Bangladeshi cricketer sold at more than 7 crore is the limelight.
Auction of all the cricketers in Goa was a huge success, and I watched it happily. Prity Zinta looked Sexy.
Thank God, South Africa (time zone), is not for behind IST. Otherwise, time acheduling (day and night timings) of tow different geographically situated countries at different longitudes, might have created a big problem, had IPL been played in UK.
I think, Mr. Lalit Modi and his sub-ordinates has made a right choice shifting the whole tournament ot S.A.If could have waited, but then, most of the cricketers would have run off to their countries for playing for their own matches.And then, IPL would have been tasted like Chinese Chowmin without vinegar and sauce. Phew !!!
I resumed my job at Nirma Ltd., after an hiatus of one month. Quite a long time, indeed! I was on sojourns across India, been to Ahmedabad, Mumbai, Pune and Rajkot as well. I even bought a guitar from Ahmedabad and the interesting thing is, I actually bought a gift for myself…ha ha ha. !0!. Going to Pune was very interesting this time. After all I was paying a visit to my latest new alma matter, ISB&M, Nande Village, Pune.
Okay, now only four days left for IPL and 15 days to Election. And I’m gonna vote for the very first time this year, and I seriously donn want to miss it. ‘Coz, this time around, it would be almost last time I’m having the chance to have my vote. But the problem is I donno the booth where my name is registered. So after reaching Veraval, I need to search it out, let’s see.
Well, I returned to my job, Porbandar yesterday and created quite an amusement among my colleagues. Hi, hello, you came back?, why you came back?, how’re you?, Good to see you, BT..!!! So, Pune haan?, How’s your score?...and blah blah blah…were some of the formalities. And I got drenched answering all the things to everybody. All and all, I was greeted well by all my friends and colleagues and had a lot of goof-ups with them.
My roomie, Devendra aka Dev (Bapu), was frenzy seeing me, and greeted me with 3 suttas. Even we chatted late night on various issues. About ISB&M, about PGVCL, Dwarka, where he is got selected but donn want to go there and wants to stick with NIRMA, about Adani Power interviews in Ahmedabad, about myself and himself, parents; almost everything we had in our mind. Before to that had a small chat with Amit Gajera, my colleague. Another Electrical Engineer, unfortunately he got rejected from Kirloskar, from where he had good expectations of getting converting the call, but invain. Now he is waiting for IMT, Nagpur. (Latest news, he got rejected from IMT Nagpur as well, but got selected for IMT, Dubai. So, he’s in dilemma for joining there.) Next is IPMG, Gandhinagar and FORE, Delhi in waiting. I bid best of luck to him.
Yesterday, I was feared of, had I not come here, I would have been terminated with in a day or two. Thanks to the good and fruitful communication with Mr. Vinod Srivastava, our HR Manager. I’m gonna handover a medical certificate to him, ‘coz I’d malerial fever, he he he…lol !!!
There were four ISBMites, sitting at the registration desk. And there were almost more than twenty-five my-type-aspirants; gazing at me; some with worrying faces, somebody bit smiling, bit nail-biting. Some where gossiping and some where reading newspaper and a girl (Krithika Iyer, she didn’t got selected, sorry !!!) in the first row was reading a book. (I later came to know, it was “If God was a Banker”).
I approached the desk and bid ‘Good Morning’, they all returned the salutation with a warm smile on their sparkling clean saved faces. And I was glad I had my shaving done before reaching there, thank god. Before anyone could say anything to me, I started in a soft voice, “Right now, I don’t have the hard copy of the gd/pi call letter which you people sent to me, ‘coz, I had already left my station when I received it, and I haven’t received the e-mail from you side, so right now, as I don’t have the call letter as a proof of my being a candidate, and so now, I have to prove that I’m Bhargav Trivedi.” I said mechanically as a single syllable, showing my driving license.
“Okay.” The first person said, enjoying. “What is your ISBM registration number?”
“42986”, I said immediately. Then, he started checking my number in an excel print out sheet, and when he found out my number, he blurted, “Bhargav Trivedi, right?”
“Yes.”
“Can I see your license?”
“Yes, sure.”
He checked my card, little carefully and then even compared the face on it with mine. I hardly believe, face on my license card barely meets that of present mine. But after some seconds, he found satisfied. I got my license back and permission to meet next person on the desk. So I moved forward.
“Bhargav Trivedi, right?” Second on the desk asked.
“Yes sir.” I replied, politely.
“Okay, so you’ve done online registration.”
“Yes sir.”
“Can I see your mark sheets?”
“Yes.” I showed them.
He checked everything. Right from tenth standard till my eight mark sheets of engineering. I don’t know, whether he liked his job or he was compelled to check so many documents. He compared all the marks which I had jot down in the form with my original sheets. Then he passed my form to hi neighbour and I wrote my name on a sheet. I was 23rd to register. The fourth person asked me to take the sit and wait. I did so.
I lifted my bag and turned 180 degree, and looked at the foyer sitting arrangement. I decided to sit in the first row, albeit I belong to last bench only. That reminds me of my engineering days. I sat near that novel reading girl. She wore azure colour dress with white chunni and was just deep inside the book. Just to show the attitude I took a book from my bag and started reading-The White Tiger-watching whether she is watching or not. Poor guy.
More aspirants start coming in. On my right was that girl reading-if god was a banker-and on my left came a boy in denims and jersey, was filling the form. No shaving, no hair cut, no formals, juss too casual. But I like it, his carefree nature. After say, 20 minutes, one of the ISBMite addressed us all. He gave us some instruction(s) and then commended us to go upstairs for some slide show. He elegantly drove us all to a big room with U shaped table and a big white screen and an over head lcd projector. I took the central seat at the bottom of the U, so now I could see the screen straight and clear.
Now started all the worldly gossiping, all aspirants started whispering with their neighbours. Even I did. Then came, Prof. Pratap Gupta, Director, Finance & HR. He seemed to be candid and soft spoken guy. He came with six other prominent lecturers and professors of ISB&M – nande and viman nagar campuses. Firstly he introduced himself and the rest of the team, everybody as well, said about him/her self. There was one lady in that team. After this, Prof. Gupta again turned towards us and briefed about the college. And then, asked one of the volunteer to start the video. Without any glitch, straight-forwardly, he did it and lights were turned-off. And I took a quick glance over the room before concentrating over the screen, and I could see sparkles in everybody’s eyes’. Everybody had the aim, aim ‘bout getting into this new alma matter.
After completion of the video, Prof. Gupta said something ‘bout Prof. Robert J. Aumann - who is a Noble laureate for his Game Theory in the field of Physics – who came to the Pune Campus on 16th and 17th February 2009. Then started a power point presentation about college and teaching pedagogy. He gave a running commentary during the presentation. Then, last but not the least; he said few lines about the Big Daddy. I was wondering all through this, when he’s going for it, and voila he did in the end.He introduced Dr. Promod Kumar and then thanked us for listening all that so patient fully.
Again, volunteer commanded and treaded us downstairs. While coming out of the seminar room, all the team members were lined for bidding us congratulations. I liked it.
The scene in the foyer down stairs was different then. All the rumbled up chairs where lined up perfectly in through groups forming a big H. Two columns vertical and one horizontal row, and we were advised to seat according to our isbm id’s. There were 10 aspirants in each. Once we sat there, one volunteer came to our group and gave us an id card-cum-badge with simple group numbers. Mine was 7.
Those six members came downstairs and one by one shifted to three different rooms. I got the instinct which room I’m going to get allotted. Few moments passed and we were advised to move to a particular room for our GD. I had got the right premonition. We all traded into the room, thinking what the topic we have to face. Somebody took files, some didn’t. I had energy, geniality and a pen. We took the seats according to our allotted numbers and sat with proper posture and waited for our commanders to say something. I again took a round around, and I could clearly found change in the expressions on everybody’s faces. Contouring took a rudimentary change on their texture. And then, I turned towards the commanders, I mean our panel members with a little smile and curls on my face. Out of two, one of them (I don’t know the names right now, but will update shortly) opened his mouth. And shut it down. He turned his face on his left and said in low tone to the other member. Finally, the second one addressed yes. They said, GD time 15 minutes and then conclusion by any one member at the end of it, and before to that 3 minutes of preparation time. Meanwhile, one of the volunteer gave us a piece of paper for writing purpose.
Finally, they gave us our GD topic. It was, “What should we do to curb terrorism?” Believe me, it was all chaos, which should not be the case actually. But it was good.
I’m writing this on 17 June, and I’ve started my packing for Pune. And I’ve made many friends – Sumit, Vicky, Gagan, Hasmukh -whom, I’m going to meet on 25th. Yippee. I’m coming Pune, beware of me.
