Gwen was romantic, committed, decent and civil; moves head while talking in a natural and consistent manner, smiles with wrinkles at the corner of his eyes. Out of them he was the closest to me. Geof had a peculiar way of conversing, partially bald with the foliage loss from front, he mostly wore dark goggles, didn't like Indian food much and used to carry soft drink all the time. He was good in sharing and comparing cultural differences. The third guy Josh was the tallest amongst them, he was funny, spontaneously witty, extrovert, happy go lucky kind of person. He was incredibly open in his conversations.
At lunch a day before our last supper I accompanied Gwen. Its Christmas eve today. We sat across each other, I asked him about his new year plans, his experience in the country of Gods and colors etc. After the general chit chat I inquired if he will remember any of us after going back to his country. He straightforwardly declined it, said after some time he will forget. Well that is how things go, we meet people in our journey through time in life and after loosing touch eventually we tend to forget them. Of course now we have social media, which does gives connectivity but it solely depends on the persons intention to be in touch. People also remain in friend lists just for the sake of it.
On their last night at campus we had dinner together. "So this is the last time then", "all the best for your future endeavors", "enjoy new year(in your country)" etc followed with the supper. One of them spoke few words in Hindi followed those were all cuss words they had learnt. We laughed on the manner he cussed it sounded polite. We bid adieu as our paths diverged.
What does a human being gives and takes from others? Is it only monetary or something which is intangible? The way we perceive it defines our exchange. We come across many people in our life, some people become important, some do not register in our memory. No matter we forget them or not what we shall aspire to do is make the most of the time we spend together. The time spent should be worthy to remember. After all what we can best share are joy, smile and happiness.
That's what happens generally, my curiosity in the matter arose when I pondered over one such event of my life. A few months back my uncle died of an heart arrest, he had a sudden demise and I was shocked as death is an unanticipated, dreadful event though it is certain. Well a few days passed and he was no more a part of our conversations, he may rest in peace was said and gradually done. To this day I must have thought about him for he was a close companion of my Dad and I usually got updates about his family etc. But today was a different reason; I was messaging my friends.
Messages-->>Inbox-->>forward-->>add recipients, a list of contacts appear. I scrolled the list, marked some and there it flashed, his(uncle's) name. I moved down in the list but again came back to it, just something clicked and it doesn't wish to go back. All his memories flashed back in the back of my head.
A little later a series of questions started flowing in my mind. What happens to our contact number when we die?
Do people delete it when they know we are no more? What happens to our facebook profile? Does the timeline has an end to it? Have we ever thought of having a will for all this? And is there a proper time to have a will because you never know when you'll die? What is with these lifetime SIM's? What happens with the email address? So on and so forth.
I surely could not come up with any solid reason/answer to these questions. But I learnt one thing when I mistakenly stumbled into the contact detail of my dead uncle, it made me realize that no matter how difficult time I am having right now, I am still alive. And one day my time will come, when I will be no more, before that comes I shall make this count this is my present this is all I have got. And I remind myself this whenever I see any token of those who rest in peace.
Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them.
-George Eliot
So don't forget and get reminded...
now i realize that time will
but its gonna take a lifetime...
"kabhi chaha tha ki hum do se char honge
par pata na tha ki waqt ko jaldi thi
woh kisi aur ki ho gayi
aur mein kisi aur ka... "
When you leave your home for the first time, the bond with it gets stronger. You feel a new propensity towards your home and hometown. Suddenly, the boring mundane things you did there become special and you do not know when will you be back to do the same.
You pack your stuff, travel the distance & finally you find yourself into another sphere which belongs to different kind of people, speaking there own language, living in there own style. And you feel out of place. You are at the horizon, exploring anew.
You come to a hostel, put your trust in a room partner & find yourself sleeping in the same room with a stranger. Will you be able to sleep? Initially it does freaks you out but your body has limitations to avoid rest. You succumb to it!
You don't find the weather friendly, its harder to overcome the fear of failing to cope with it. Thanks to the human tendency you adjust, compromising to it. If weather can't change you can. It takes time though, praises to "time" the universal healer, the settler.
You are not habitual to eat four times a day (breakfast-lunch-evening snacks-dinner), that too with a crowd making incessant noise and rush. Others seem awkward to you and supposedly its vice versa.
You search for solitude but in vain. Eating is like fuelling your car, you go out there have food for energy, pump yourself up as fast as you can, do not talk much, do not pay heed to others (even beautiful ones), saving time is priority. Come out of the 'mess" ASAP (metaphorical mess). Having meal is reduced to an exercise.
In the beginning you try too hard to be good to others in order to win them and convert them to be your friends. After sometime you realize you belong to the bunch of guys with whom you can connect, and not just for the sake of it. New ones seem cool, better than the ones you met a few days back. As time passes you realize more or less they are all the same.
When you go to the library, there are immense number of books, you gaze @ them and they stare back saying we have knowledge and we will be your companion, friend, inspiration, freedom, entertainer. You can not contemplate which one to choose and run away seeking pleasure in something else.
And when in evening you talk to your mother, after the routine stuff, suddenly she says "these many no. of days have passed since you left home". You get a lump in throat, you hold back and reply "aur kya mummy". You never shed a tear, the conversation goes nice. Followed are some inexplicable feelings visiting you and departing. Lucky ones can hug their mothers after reading this. I'll have to satiate myself imagining it, for the time being.
Many months have passed to this incident but it hasn't faded in my memory. To begin with , I usually have to commute by bus but that very day I got a taxi (indica) which was going from Indore to Dewas . At the last bus stop (raddison square) , joined in a doctor(doc) . We were 6 including the driver (Mr. D).
Mr. D ferociously sped the car and that was the inception of the conversation between the Doc & Mr.D . Doc started first by saying " Driver saab keep it slow and steady i am a doctor and i have seen many accident patients , they live a miserable life. I always pray to god save me from accidents or if it has to be than i should die rather living a piteous life " . Now that the brakes were applied and car motioned well around 60 Mr. D agreed to Doc ; 'accidents are hell lot of trouble' said Mr.D 'last week i saw a tavera hitting a bullock cart throwing it 30 metres away , the car turned 3 rounds and there were no casualties alive to be taken to hospital , all died , i witnessed it and couldn't manage to sleep that very night'. The Doc also narrated an accident of a boy in a motorbike- truck mishap at Saver road whose head was in the helmet when the doctor stopped to see him at the site . Now as there was no stopping the duo to chat about the topic , they continued others listened .
But there was so much to come in the conversation , as we reached kshipra Doc volunteered his advice of leaving the taxi driving job behind and starting to be in something else which is more safer , to mr.d. That was enough to trigger the man behind the cigratte smoking , tobacco chewing driver , to refute the docs claim and teach him a lesson he might not dare to forget ." Look , i am not driving the car to have an accident" said Mr.d "as long as i am sane i won't willingly end up in a mishap , driving is my life , i once drove for 21 hours without sleep i cant think of leaving driving ".
"But everytime you are out there driving there is a risk that you might be in a fortuity which is a cause of someone else's action and not yours "the doc presented the argument . "What u say doc sahib is right ,one of my kith was excreting at the road side on bhopal road it was 6 in the morning and a truck unfortunately tumbled over him and he was declared dead on the spot " said Mr .d but this was not everything he was going for the kill , i had smelled it . "I shall give you an analogy , suppose Mr. doc i stop the car you open the gate to move out and suddenly a vehicle coming from the back hits you , what in hells name will you term this -i don't wish ill to you but only for the sake of argument - doc ". The Doc looked outside the window of the car thinking for a moment and said "you are right Mr. D anything can happen, no job is too risky , it depends on chances anything can turn evil or disastrous" . Now we were in the outskirts of Dewas the traffic increased and as the car overtook other cars more frequently , the arrogant looking driver (Mr.d) started respecting the doctor and slowly steered the conversation towards life . " Look , doc i respect you as what you do is very worthy of gratitude ,you serve humans , for becoming a doctor you gave up most of your youth to studies , you listened to elders ,teachers and followed ethics , morals and lot more. For me being a driver i sought the easier path to this life , i pelted stone on my teacher when he hit me , i was in 5 Th standard , after that i dropped out of the school . This is how i became a driver it deserves the risk after all it was easier to become one but its difficult and risky to persevere as a driver.
"You are right Mr .d but my profession has become more corrupt nowadays these are not the old days where doctors only served humans , these days they are more after the money than the life of patients " affirmed the doc. See , i tell you the truth of money " started Mr.D sounding like a saint to me " in today's world if one manages to be away from court , hospital and police station , one in oneself is a millionaire". As we came into the city the speed of the car descended and Mr . D gave his final insights about life and his own importance he said "three professions are very crucial , critical and can make or destroy many lives one is of doctor , a judge and a driver , there one wrong decision can break many souls ; i am one of them ". He smiled after that one , as i got out of the car i gave him 20 bucks , he smiled at me then squirted tobacco on the road and raced up the car ahead .
As i came across another driver , i found the same paradigm in them , they are interesting , distinct , cool tempered in adversities and manage to be illicit and legitimate , honest and corrupt ,all at the same time .
Regards
SRG
My heartly thanks to all the corrupt people in 'INDIA':
2 comments Posted by Shafique Gajdhar at 8:04 AM
I might be the first person to thank corrupt Indian citizens . I really would like to express my
gratitude towards them . Had there be no corruption , I would have been sitting here single .
It was the rainy season 2 years back from now ; I was walking on the sidewalk of the road , it was a kind of climbing a small ridge if you could get through the road without getting dirty your outfit in rainy season. I walked jumping and carefully cleared about half the way I had to go . Let me tell you about the road it was under construction for 3 years , had to be broader then the older one , & intended for a long life due to concrete . 5 months after the inaugural it gave births to its off springs , yeah it had
potholes providing a bumpy ride over the road .
I was walking , suddenly a girl got her Activa bumped near me splashing muddy water over my jeans , just above my knee. I looked at her ; she said 'sorry' ; that would not have been enough for me if there was anybody else instead of her . But this time I didn't care about what had been done to my branded jeans ; but I was lost in the moment she turned to me and said 'sorry' with an awful expression on her face . She went ahead of me and turned back once again to look at me . I was left stunned by her looks , I think , I just can't describe it . I didn't sleep all night , damned myself that I didn't notice the vehicle number . But what I could have done if I noticed it , anyways.
It was about a week plus from the pragmatic incident , I went to the lake side of the city , by my bike ; there was patch work going on the road and a bus made a traffic jam there . I was stucked in it , suddenly I saw the same girl riding Activa beside me . I then followed her , she hadn't seen me , she went to a couple of shops and then to her home . It was around 3 kms away from my home. My cell phone ranged when i stood behind a parked car near her home , that was my mom. Oops i had to pick her from the School she teaches in .
Thanks to corrupt road builders in the country , once again .If there wouldn't have been that patch work i might not have seen her & then her home .
For over a month I used to roam near her home for a glimpse of her, I came to know her name 'Palak'. I was back to college after the semester break , and felt glad of having juniors as I was then in II year. Palak went on to be my branch junior , I was eager to rag her actually to talk to her .
I was walking down to the lobby in the college , all of a sudden I heard a voice saying "Aarav sir". I turned back responding to the voice which made me think of Palak and was amazed finding 'Palak' there . I was glad at that time {even more than passing in the exams :)}.We became friends first of all , she knew my feelings and I could guess hers but i always doubted myself .
That is how I met the one I love . Thanks to the corrupt builders and politicians. I thank them all to help me meet my destiny .
~~ AARAV
P.S. - Fiction it is .
regards 'SRG'
Who are we?the mortals who commit mistakes,understand,accept our faults and then correct our mistakes?(..which are even blunders..)But does this thing always happen with each and every individual?I don't think each and every individual has the power to analyse what he has done..There are a few who do not even think before they leap and later repent for 
it.Unfortunately,I am the one who belong to this category of individuals(*sigh*)Does life give a second chance always ?Well yes,it does..but many of us are too ignorant to even look for it .When one door closes another door opens; but we so often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which 's open for us.The ocassion piles up with difficulty..and we become helpless..:(we weep , our heart cries out in pain..We find ourselves drowning in the vortex of gloom..Sometimes it is too much for us that ,one even puts his own life at risk due to the immense depression that burdens our heart.
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But then,a natural process starts up within..just without realizing it..suddenly a little voice emerges from within..to rise up with the difficulty..it is God within us that wants us to stand up for our own blunders,to correct them and move forward..We must listen to this meek voice within and shut down all the clutter and the noise of the world ..If we follow to it,we find that the feeble and the gloomy individual within us is 
becoming stronger and is gradually rising up.We try to improve ourself at the start of each new day; of course, we achieve quite a lot in the course of time through introspecting and taking a vow to not to repeat those blunders again.We start realizing that life has a whole new meaning for us ..we start to live again ,have a stronger conscience and respect life..
It is we who make our our life complex..Since it is our life,we are solely responsible for how it has been and how it will be in the future years .No one else has a share in it ...
My friends ,what I have learnt till now is to behold and act in a positive way:)
Cheers :)
Students of MIT colleges went on strike...!!!
Ujjain, March 16
"Ek do teen chaar....Band karo yeh ATTYACHAR.....!!!!!" (Ya! It does sound funny....but we are engineering students afterall....)
They blame authorities for keeping them in dark about fee-hike. The ongoing student agitation over hike in fees in second year has spread to college students who went on strike calling the hike “unacceptable”.The engineering students of second year in MIT College, MITS College and MITM College, went on strike.
The agitating students alleged the fees have been increased by 30%. Moreover, they were not informed about the hike at the time of admission or even later, claimed the students . The fees includes 1st years increased fees also.The college managements on the other hand said the fees were being demanded as per RGT University guidelines. They said the students had been apprised about the fee structure well in advance.
The situation at the college turned unpleasant as students broke he windows of college guest house. And a chaos was created at Ujjain-Dewas route,one of the busy route.
"Students should know that the fee has been charged as per the RGT University guidelines.” , said chairman of MIT College
The students boycotted classes throughout the day. Some students threatened to continue protests until the college managements came clear on the issue.
Well, the girls played their part too. They came up with a new slogan, "Band karo yeh ATTYACHAR.....!!!!!Nahi bahrenge 14 hazar....!!! " :) :p lol...!!!
I heard some of them stood against the lathi charge.Hats off to you girls.
See, you never realised a girl's potentials.....:p
One thing that did came out of all this protest was that the students united against the management irrespective of whatever may the reason be.
The village man accompanying us there.
THE TOLL PLAZA
THATS ME WEARING A 'RACY RED' T-SHIRT
For the first time in my life I travelled a half an hour journey on the roof of a bus .
By-Shafique
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