Time dedication to an Article Sec.5.3.08

Yesterday was my first day out into the wilderness, not actually wild probably playing around with the cubs.

29th Aug,08 - At 5.00pm, I reach home with the feeling that I finally reached, after carrying the thought 'when will I reach home' the whole day. As usual I switch on the tape run around here and there aimlessly. The sun was setting and with that I feared, thinking that what if my senior doesn't accompany to the college presentatation, what if he puts the entire responsibility on me to go out there and do the presentation entirely on my own. I shake off that feeling saying to myself it cannot be done that way, because in business a commitment is a commitment not like our personal life. Then I decide to get my things in order for tomorrow. I arrange for shirt, trouser and a tie. Why the hell should we go in such attire to a college, I think casuals are just superb for the occassion because the environment there is like that.

Who the hell created something like formals and casuals, why couldnt they have kept it simple, why the hell was Giovanni born, why did people become style conscious,just to attract the opposite sex. This feels silly to me now. When all these thoughts were running helter skelter, akka calls and I laugh with her for sometime. Feels better after talking to her. I forcefully pull myself outside to eat something which I have not been doing for days, I tell myself 'you will die of not eating' which in other times would have been ' you will die of eating'. I go to the area's famous temple where we get the much hyped but living to the hype 'the tikki puri'(or as some say dikki puri. The reason behind this name dikki is the chat was first made in a goods rick dikki and served to people and I dont know the meaning and history behind tikki). The chat is relished and still being hungry I knock the doors of the local fruit juice centre 'Ganesh juice centre' the largest chain of juice centres manned(derived from my presentation multi manning of machines) by a single person. That reddy guy made a fortune for himself selling fruit juices at low prices. This was the biggest success story of a businessman in our locality. Juice went in like water but I still carrying the feeling of eating more. But then I say ' how much will you eat, are you crazy'. I come back home enjoying the park view from different angles walking squarely around it. I also pack maggi and other essentials on the way.

I start watching TV and worry about the hopeless situation in West Bengal. Singur plant getting down to knees and begging. Mamata Banerjee feels proud that she made a huge seva to the local farmers. But its not so, farmers are not making profitable yield, Bengal is not a state known for agriculture either, nor do they have big industries who will employ thousands of people, only one place like Durgapur. Agriculture is the main occupation and huge amounts of wheat is grown there. But they cannot sustain long because they produce cheap quality wheat when compared to states like Punjab. All in all future is blank if they dont go in for rapid industrialization. Majorly because I see a lot of Bengali's dropping into cities like Bangalore, Mumbai, Delhi etc. These people neither have the tendency to work in farm nor can they apply for a job in there own town because of very low industrialization. Now my question to Mamata Banerjee is 'Where will the educated people go in search of a job, leave everything and go to unknown, unnaccepting land'. I sadly support Budhadeb nor is he able to contradict Mamata Banerjee openly, neither is he seeing success winning the people's confidence. With this I say politics is never honest and can never be good for all. Whatever the decision be I think future should be kept secure and taken.

I msg my friend Rakesh complaining why dint he msg me back, this leads into a small tiff. I feel a little down and carry on with my work. Later I say are u cool now but he doesnt reply. I decide never to ask anything from anyone. It has always been a patience test for me with this close friend of mine. All these time I keep msging to Anvith and he keeps pestering for MBA books. I try hard to deviate from this topic and successfully end with a good feeling for Anvith who is in love. I anxiously wait for a msg from Rakesh but it never happens.

I continue my work deciding what shirt goes well with what trouser and to the confusion I add tie. Finally I make my mind on white shirt, dark blue trouser and a blue tie given by friend Sakhit. He would have felt happy that I finally wore his tie. I enter the nightmare place the kitchen where I would go in only to eat but not the case being so now where I had to cook something. Anvith pitties my condition and advices me to cook rice which involves so much work. I prepare maggi noddles which I used to die to eat when I was a kid but never knew I would be eating forcefully at the age of 25.

Then the much awaited reply form Rakesh comes in the form a call. I pick up the call hurriedly and our usual talk starts off. He speaks normally and I eagerly ask for his advice for tomorrow's attire and he gives the almost same combo, not surprising because I feel that mine and his likings are the same. Then he keeps the call down and I feel the wanting of speaking more but it all remains with me.

The next day morning I getup earlier than usual and get ready for the day and cursing Giovanni, Armani people. How complicated it is to tie a knot? I call up Vinay my buddy since ages. He comes promptly to my house. I see a car parking in front of my house and my heart beats loudly, my buddy has taken a car. How cool is it!! He ties the knot with less effort and I think he is someway a descendent from France, place of birth of complex dressing.

Office Scenario.
I arrive late to the office and my boss all set tells me to add some more videos to the presentation. I wonder am I showing students a movie on machines(The Machinist). I say 'Aye, Aye Sir'. We proceed to our destination in a BFW car. One more person accompanies us Mr. Mia a tall Gujju guy who is very swift with his hands.He drives the car like a Cheetah and sees no humps or potholes. I hit my head thrice in his car as a result of his driving. The presentation goes on splendidly with students caring a miniscule to listen to what is told. And our presenter was also awesome with his presenting skills, with his speech stopping only to breath. If their was any award for non stop speech then this guy would have won that outrightly. The usual stuff happens after the presentation gifting speakers and I get a donut(sarcastical). We gather in Principal's office, a short guy appears wearing a perfect suit(again a descendent from France) who welcomes us. We decide to break out for lunch and the college guys offer us lunch and we all proceed. Again the drive to hotel keeps me crouched and I achieve zero hits to the roof. We reach Kamat Nandanvan and suddenly memories flash by of good times with Rakesh. We get inside and a escorter appears and gets us a table.

Four from educational profession and two from industrial profession sit and I do not fit in both, nor do I have the experience to call myself a industrial nor a educationalist but a result of this profession getting into the industry. We order soups of different kind and I order North thali. Meanwhile these people discuss about Singur plant and my worries creeps in. I deviate myself from the topic as I dont want to think about it. Thank god my thali arrives. I start eating, for I care less for others people's food to arrive. 3 sabji's, 2 rotis my target. I take a piece of roti with palak, too salty then I take one with mixed veg sabji, only beans, and then the dal, very bland. All through the 2 rotis I struggle to make the right combination of salty, beany and bland. People are now talking about their lives where they come from and someone asks me whats ur native and I reply belgaum for no reason. Till now I dont know why I said that. And Gujju guy very fussy about onion and garlic finishes his lunch and eats away my rice since I kept it aside. People cant eat their own food or what. Anyway it doesnt matter since I was full. Abba finally I feel relieved when all of them get up and we say good bye and I get into my crouching position. But this time not lucky enough and hit the roof once.

I finally reach my company with few head injuries both mental and physical...

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Dreams ah!!!

Why do we build these castles of straw, of which half the time we know that its impossible but we still dream about the same thing, same people, same ambitions. I ask why, cant we have any other food for thought. I think we just get stuck to one idea and we all live on that. Even if the entire universe fails to understand which includes your parents, your siblings, your best friends and friends. I think each person has been sent to earth with single mission and which are bombed onto us through dreams. Does the supreme believe that we can do it??

Even if we know that we are thinking of the impossible, we will start to dream more. No end is met in each dream just that we want something which we believe we want it truly. Only time has the answer for all this. Dreams are endless, they know no boundaries, no rules, no religion, no community, no advisories and so on. They take the shape of their own on which neither you have control nor do you want to control. Dreams are a persons ultimate treasure in which only he believes with a little hope that all will be right.

How does dreams form? All the time in our life we form certain viewpoints about everything(this doesn't mean that babies don't dream, they do even if they haven't seen the world). But the dreams of ours are far more complex and convulse. We tend to make our own answers right and it will be always for every human being living on this planet. This fact leads to our castles where there is only one person and others void. This leads to a very simple world where there is only one king or queen and rest all puppets. Many people say I don't want power, I don't want money, want fame but just go and ask them what they dream. Deep inside, everyone wants command, power and respect which in some way he has not got according to his expectation in his life which keeps him unhappy.

We all dream differently but their is a certain pattern to it which gets formed over years. Many dream of fame, money, glamour, success and love not the least. A persons dream is a path to his character. We all seem simple outside but inside, their is a huge turmoil. But still we dream ah!!!

Rock show which rocked hard on us...

I wake up in the midst of a dream scared for as nothing's happening according to my plan. I get up to see the trees waving at me and waiting to pull me into itself and make me also dance, but the sun is already down which gives me a sinking feeling. I try to forget all that and give a call to my friends as to when they are coming to the much awaited rock show. One by one things fall out of place, friends arent replying and I getting anxious as I wanted to attend the show from the word GO. So I try every now and then and thank god few reply and go to there place and pick them up.

The rock show starts at 7.45PM as I wait to get my nerves loose. We form a closed group of buddies and the whole world of mixes of emotions is forgotten for the moment. Then the show starts rocking with one my favorites "Another brick in the wall" by Pink Floyd and we all start the sacred ritual of all rock listeners "Head Banging" which has no meaning to all the non listeners. Its the fastest way to go into the state of perpetual madness. We shout tearing apart our vocal cords the favorite part of the song "we dont need no education, we dont need no cost control" with voices so loud to hurt our own ear drums. The next one comes from a local rock band singing a vedic chanting which suddenly makes a lot of sense "tamosoma nirgamaya" the calmness it gave was above all with drums and guitars ranging there pitches from low to high and higher. The guitars made me go crazy and the fusion songs just looked awesome. After a few of these things first time I heard a song which has never been played in this tone "saare jahan se acha" and audience amazed and sings along with great valor as though we stand on the battlefield.

The first part ends this way leaving behind a sense of oneness among audience. The great Indian rock band Parikrama lands with the Queen song "We will, we will rock you" and we sing along and I trying to grasp my breath with there speed by singing my favorite lines "you got mud on your face, u big disgrace, kickin ur can all over the place". Then they sing songs of there own band unheard of me and my thought wonders of things like marketing and concepts of marketing as I understand clearly how to sell ur CD's and Cassettes in which they fail horribly in persuading me. Then they come with AC DC and Iron Maiden and they almost forgot the gods of rock "Metallica" and my favorite Linkin Park. I wait patiently for songs of these bands and they appear no where near, but just ringing in my own ears as I sing silently. Then the show ending comes with a mix of loud hard rock music with the vocalist shouting long enough to make me deaf. We all head bang for the times we spent together, times we hated each other, times we fought, times we just loved for being here and times of loneliness that we will have to face after graduation. The rock show ends with a feeling of happiness and sadness which I will carry all my life to tell my future generation that there exists happiness and sadness at every moment and depends on the persons mind whether he wants to hurt himself or motivate oneself with the hope that these shows will become bigger and comes back to you with the people you love.

"Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow them." This is one quote I carry to live life with hope to say all that nothing's impossible and try to believe what all you can do in one's life and others too if you think you are capable.

Life sings and try to dance accordingly.
I sign off. Good luck
Love Chetan Umarani