A short Love Story

“A love Story of a another different Kind”- Love, un-expressed, un-proposed, still understood
Amit and Amrita have known each other since childhood. Amrita is the daughter of Amit’s father’s sister. She is the second among the three daughters that their parents have got. Amil belongs to Latur district in Maharashtra and Amrita lives in Udgir, a town in Latur District around 64 Kms away . The days of childhood went past very speedily as is often the case. Amit got admission in prestigious National Institute of Technology, Surat, Gujrat and Amrita got admission in BSC-Zoology(Bachelor of Science). It was only in his engineering second year, November 2003, when Amit felt something for her, when he had gone to his home on Diwali. But he was not so in to it, ensuing exams and no mode of communication prevented him from going any further. He remembered her though he used to think about her very less often, studies and friend kept him busy. His attraction for her, rekindled when she sent him a birthday card on 16th September 2004.Amit was very happy but could not thank her as she had not had any mobile that time. Days went past one by one and It was on some day in May 2005 that Amit called her on her landline phone, she had given her final year exams and was trying for admission to M.Sc. Amit ironically said that better she won’t get admission and be at her home as she was obsessed with living at home and by that time had spent all her days at that place only. But contrary to it just a couple of days after his call, she got admission in M.Sc-Microbiology at SRTMU( Swami Ramananda Tirth Marathwada University), Nanded, Maharashtra, and she regarded his call as a lucky one for her, only to reveal it later after two years. One more thing that she considered lucky was the yellow Salwar Kameez that he gifted her on Diwali in 2004, as for her all her vivas and exams that she used to undergo wearing that dress had been excellent. Amit wished her Happy Birthday on 7th September 2005, on her friend’s phone. On 15th September 2005, Amit purchased a new mobile, Nokia-6030, and on next morning he got her call. She had walked all the way to an STD which was 2 kilometers away from her hostel, leaving the hostel as early as 6:30 AM along with her friend Mira. Amit was very happy and impressed. It was later that he visited that STD personally. By October 2005, she had got a mobile. When everything was going normal, In December 2005, her elder sister eloped with her lover, causing a tensed environment at her home. In last week of December Amit visited udgir, he remained there for four days. He spent two days entirely with her, 29th December 2005, the day of a farm festival and on New Year’s eve on 31st December 2005. After all those two years when both of them were far away only thinking about each other, exchanging almost 4-5 SMSs each day, thanks to IDEA cellular which always had some attractive SMS scheme for her, these were the two days when they were together , talking about studies and their likings and disliking and yes, Shahrukh Khan, with Amit being a die-hard fan of the star and Amrita being die-hard critic, among slew of other things, with people from family feeling jealous at their proximity. Amrita gave Amit a mobile stand as a New-Year’s gift. Neither of them discussed her sister’s incident. Amit came to his home on 1st January 2006, anticipating something which was not destined to be. He left for his college at the weekend, joined back, meanwhile SMSs continued to come and go. On 13th she sent him an SMS in evening explaining the incidents in the day concisely, Amit replied back that he was going to watch movie Zinda and would send her SMS in night after 10 PM. Once he came back, as promised, sent her 3-4 SMSs but she didn’t reply. Next day, 14th January 2006, was Sakranti a famously festival of north western parts of the country, he woke up early took bath went to temple and called at home, through all these he expected her call or SMS, but still she didn’t. At 4 PM when nothing came from her side, after he was fully distressed he called her. He wanted to know what was wrong with her and why she didn’t reply to his SMS and why there was not even a single miss call from her side. She evaded his questions and talked about normal things like studies and what did he do on festival. Calls, SMSs and even miss calls all had stopped, Amit was missing her and scolding her for not understanding his feelings.He regarded it as their break-up with very little hope of of reuniting with her. On 27th she sent a SMS…..Beep-Beep-“result came today, I got 75%”, Amit didn’t reply.On 29th her mother called him and told him that his mother had came to Udgir some days before and when his grand-parents told her about their closeness , she started scolding Amrita and girl community at a whole, saying girls should not fall in to all this, they better be at their home and study. Amit replied to her diplomatically and said their not talking which each other won’t improve the things either. Now he knew the reason of her silence.He kept on thinking, thinking about her only. On 30th he received her miss call. Amit explained her everything he had undergone for all those days, complaining and scolding, she remained silent, intermittently suggesting that its not like this and that, Amit said he was going Bombay next day and would call her from there as it would be a local call costing much lesser and they’d discuss in detail then. He called her from VJTI University’s campus, dropping 23 coins one after the other, scolding her through all those 23 minutes. He came back joined his college back. SMSes started again and then came 14th February 2006 and make-up took the place of break-up, she wished him through SMS….. Beep-Beep, 7AM, 14-02-2006-“Wish you a very happy Valentines day”. Amit told her that we wanted to gift her a Rose, a Red Rose. From the day onwards romance replaced the hitherto friendly conversation. In April he went to Pune called her, this time 43 coins went one by one from his pocket, but this time he was praising her. Somehow Amit had failed to get any job, gave his final year exam and went to home.He called for the last time from Surat on 5th May 2006. It was struggling days ahead. After a few days, Amit left for Bangalore to find a job for himself. SMSes and calls stopped, as he was busy finding a job. On 25th August Amit shifted from Bangalore to Hyderabad, took a new BSNL number and sent her an SMS apprising her of the new number.SMSes started once again, Amit joined GATE coaching classes(GATE is an exam conducted by IITs for admission to their postgraduate courses). On Diwali, Amit went to his home in October, there her mother told him that she would go to Pune for a conference in November end. They planned to meet, during November. On 30th November ,the day she had to leave for her college, Amit went to meet her to the conference venue, she was wearing her lucky yellow dress,she gifted Amit with a statue of Goddess Saraswati, which accompanies Amit till date. While they were passing through a field on their way to Pune Railway Station, Amit picked a flower from field and presented her, not a Red Rose but a flower from a weed plant. She boarded the train and it started at right time 6PM in evening. Amit came back to Hyderabad and got to know of the communal riots in Nanded, he called her to ask about her well-being, she told him that she was okay and felt that she had actually got a very careful and loving boy. Amit’s days at Hyderabad has been best days of his life, going to coaching classes, watching movies, eating at road-side and sometimes studying. Amit gave his GATE exam in February 2007 and joined some other course related to Computer engineering and stayed back at Hyderabad only. She called him on the day his result came, congratulating him for scoring a good rank. By April 2007, Amit came to his home, SMSes reduced in number as it was their hometown and both of them a bit afraid of their families. In July 2007, Amit joined the prestigious Indian Institute of Technology, Kharagpur and SMSes from Amrita went very frequent with both of them exchanging around 10 SMSes everyday. By 2008, she got an internet connection and both of them started chatting on internet almost everyday. Days have gone past one by one and the relation has gone becoming stronger and stronger. Neither of them have expressed it openly, the girl has her reasons in the tensed environment at home after her sister eloped with a lower caste boy. Amit on the other hand is a different kind of boy, though I have persuaded him since long to express his love clearly, but he always evades it, he only sends her SMSes once she sends it. Both of them chat everyday at 10:30 AM and 6:30 PM, Amrita by this time has completed her M.Sc and Amit is just a few months away from getting his Masters in Engineering, still jobless, but more mature and determined and going to Udgir in February to express the hitherto unexpressed.

Respect Nature

A recent report claims Michael Jackson would be hardly alive for next six months.Though we live in a kind of world where everyone sympathesizes with the sick, no one condemns the dying, everyones seems to be lending moral support during your last days.This is justified on human and moral grounds but not from rational and practical piont of view.I wonder why he had been alive for all these days??...He should have better died when he was six months old.No doubt, he once ruled the world of pop and rock music, his choreography had been outstanding, and few months back Farah Khan conceded on a reality dance show that it was because of Michael Jackson that she chose choreography as a profession, being a die-hard fan of the Artist since her early childhood.He first jumped Off the Wall(1979) to thrill us through Thriller(1982), then he went Bad(1987) and then Dangerous(1991) and would perhaps soon become History(1995).
Mother nature is very forgiving, over the development of mankind we have been disturbing mother nature but she has forgiven us for our minor faults.There has been deforestation,rapid and enormous industrialization,ever increasing vehicles on roads,emission of harmful gases and chemicals, nuclear and e-waste and so on.But there is always a limit to growth beyond which things go unbearable.When it,mother nature,goes furious, then it punishes you very badly and indiscriminately.For all our bad and over un-natural acts she has punished us through times,T-sunami, recent earthquake in China, Ozone-hole and Global Warming.Jacko, along, with many of us,went against nature to an unforgiveable limit and is now having it in full-litigations, finances going worse evryday, health going bad to worse and ultimately towards death.After all what the hell we expect her to bestow with to a child abuser, a multiple sex changer and a person using religion to save himself.Michael has recently converted to Islam, with his name changed to Mikkael, so that an acquaintance of him can save him from heavy debt, who is a preacher of Islam.It was not a respect for the religion but a necessity, he had no choice.Kids need to be pampered,nurtured and loved and on the contrary they are abused,harrassed and molested and raped by some eccentrics and maniacs.You are a star, you can have many beautiful ladies to satisfy your carnal desire, but why the hell kids,its heinous,greatly inhuman and starkly punishable.There is no grudge no sympathy,he deserves it.
Thanks..Umesh

A must not read for Girls and a must-must read for Boys

Day before yesterday I watched recently released comedy flick Dil Kabaddi. The producers have released it with a tag of comedy but actually its comic tragedy with only Irfan khan doing a half paisa wasool role, rest all actors just doing a time pass and extremely irritating and incongruous role by Payal Rohtagi.But here I am concerned with a night conversation between Rahul Bose(Character Rishi in the flick) and Konkana Sen Sharma(Character Simmi in the flick) whereby the husband is asking her wife about whether is she satisfied physically and whether is she satisfied with his size(size of what ...is quite obvious).The wife just ignoring the question by saying ..come on Rishi, we have been married for five years and why you asking this now, ultimately revealing in a heated argument at the end that she did n't want to hurt him that time and she actually is not okay with the size, but offcourse its about tje unmentioned being smaller to her expectation,desire and *ussy.Though the former question is innocuous as if the answer is no then there is still something more that you can try, not to mention the support provided by medication.But later is not justified at all, what if she says,No.Can you just imagine the kind of state this kind of reply would leave you in.And lets assume she says no, then have you get any solution??. What about the humiliation with which you have to live your entire life since then.Would you be ever able to stand with admiration before her, would you be ver able to talk with your eyes looking in to hers.Would you ever be able to try something in day.You may be inspired by American Pie but far from truth techniques like that are better to be watched, laughed on and forgotten as soon as you see 'The End' displayed.Boys!! somethings are better not to be asked at all.Do not always expect answers like.."Honey!! I never knew that you are sort of divine personality and born with three legs"

Let me narrate an ancedote for you.We at our college in my B.tech days, during ragging,used to have a competition called MLC(Maha Land Contest).It was a tradition which was prevalent for more than sixty years, since its inception in 1943.Results used to have two toppers, one from top and another from bottom. Ravi Mohan Dabral won the contest and Deepak Duggal(presently studying in MIT) was the second topper, topper from bottom, the elongated length just reaching 2inches beyond all efforts.While this made Ravi Mohan Dabral a rage among all, Deepak sufferred a lot of humiliation, people used to know him by the sobriquet "wo do inch wala".
Better not ask these questions, especially to your wife.Please for Lord's sake do not try these suicidal things and somehow if you can not live without it, then please measure it before you embark upon foolhardy things like that, do not open your mouth at all, if its below six.Only those who have their fathers in Caribbean,Nigerian and other Negros can look upto the challenge.

No not again.....

These days, my biological clock is reversed,days have become nights and nights have become days.Waking up at 12 PM, getting ready for lunch by 12:30PM, coming to room then reading newspaper for some time and again its time to put an alarm for 4:30PM and sleep.Waking up at 4:30PM, and waking my roommate makes it 4:45PM when we leave for evening snacks. Post return its time to take a bath.Today there was a slight change in schedule with me going to bath at 7PM.Unfortunately there is no water heater on our floor so we need to go to first floor if we want to take bath in hot water.As soon as I entered the bathroom area, the first thing I heared was sound of leaking water, coming out of the shower pipe in bathroom number one at the corner at the entry.Ever since I have started preparing for Civil Services I have become a little more attentive and cautious of the things around me.I always regard water as a precious resource,with a very little proportion of the total being drinkable.I had to fix the damaged pipe, as the plumber would have come not before ten in morning and by that time the tank would have been empty, leaving students devoid of their ablutions in morning.I found the solution in using a support for the toppled pipe, I searched for some things here and there but could not find anything pertinent to the purpose.I went to ground floor, there after a little looking around, I got my thing, It was a bamboo stick around 3 feet long, I thought it would do the job for me and luckily after little manouvering the task was complete.Once toppled arm being upright now.I do not know why people do it??...I know its a time of economic turmoil but why to release the pent up frustration on the innocent shower pipe.And if your hands are itching so much then you should go and play Tikawando or go to border and help our forces fight the terrorists or go and beat Ramalinga Raju who had tarnished the Image of India Inc.Contrary to my belief there was more to it, the pipe again toppled over and water running out this time more speedly,I do not know the time since it was going on but I found it again at 11PM.Fortunately the bamboo stick was lying there only and I had to do lesser work this time.But are we blind??....can not some one who enters make it out that it can not be used right now, come on Guys its evening time all the bathrooms are vacant, if you find things not being fine, use the next one.There is no necessity to bath in the beleaguered bathroom, only we will be facing problems in morning because of it.Small small things together make big impact.Keep your eyes open, think for a moment before you embark upon anything.Instead of ignoring it, the guys who had noticed it earlier should have given a call to the maintenance, with the notice containing number of maintenance related offices being fixed at the bathroom entrance. Jesus, its height of negligence and irresponsibility.Please be a little more careful, aware and responsible, its for good of all of us.

It should not be written though.....

There is a reason behind everything, sun, moon, earth, life, human,IIT all have a reason for existence.We are always annoyed when we remind ourselves of being called bloddy indians by British people, we are still looked down upon by people from west, we are not openly called bloody Indians openly as we are a nuclear power now.I agree that It was inept on their part as the remarks are very discriminatory.But there are reasons in support, may be we do not know very common and small small things. We do not know how to litter and how to shit even.Why should we, the IITians, get scholarships go abroad and make things unsavage and unclean.I know some of us come from villages, where forget about flush and English Toilets, even Toilets are not there.But we must learn, we must learn some very basic things.Atleast from the instructions written on inside of doors of Toilets in Trains.I know its hostel, but so what,making a hullabaloo is justified, listening music at loud volume when your neighbour has exam next day is justified,even tumbling the dustbins over is justified but leaving your shit in the commode for the exhibition is something that is strictly avoidable.God, what prevents people from just pressing a knob to flush.We can not save water this way and I can bet this can not be their concern at all.I remember Abhijeet telling stories about inept sanitory habits of one of my classmates who used to share room with him at Mumbai, It was funny when we were told that he used to squat over commode.I remember watching people going towards toilets with their noses closed by fingers and taking a glance inside making sure if everything is okay, Thanking God when they do not have to flush others' shit, and many a times if they find it unflushed they just look for another empty toilet.Its shameful that even after reaching in twenties people do not learn proper sanitary habits even.Its a pity.Boys there are no separate classes for it, its a shame to teach things like it, and am myself a bit embarrassed at it.Hope this post can bring some awareness to the still unawared ones.
"Flush it before and Flush it after"

If not Life, atleast Train is full of snores

After spending around an hour in Train No. 2327/Upasana Express on my way to Lucknow on 3rd January night and an hour on yesterday's night(on my return from Lucknow) ,about this post, finally I sit here to write. I had planned to start it with a quotation on "Life" by a famous and eminent personality but by the decree of my ghazni like memory ,even after spending half an hour on it I am not able to recall it properly.The great world wide web and consultation with two fellows and class-mates at IIT Kharagpur have not helped the cause either. I still remain a bad searcher on internet.

Well the quotation was something like
Life is full of something,something and something with last something predominant-By someone.
The real problem is that I rememeber two somethings exactly which are sneezes and snores, but not able to recall the third something and the someone.

Anyways going by the words of Sameer, I am a talented person and an engineer by profession so let me engineer it myself..

"Life is full of snubs,sneezes and snores with snores predominating"-Umesh
"Life is full of struggles, sneezes and snores with snores predominating"-Umesh
"Life is full of surprizes,prizes and snores with snores predominating"-Umesh

All the three lines in double commas above culminate in snores predominating as the current post is about snores only.

Around mid night on 2nd January on seat number 30 in coach no. S1, I'd had a very bad time, because of people snoring all around, with the person on my left on seat no. 27 and some one in cubicle left next to mine and someone else in cubicle next to the cubicle on my right among a few to be mentioned as I could not figure it out exactly who else were contributing to the great snore of 2nd jan, 2009 and nor I was interested to do that.With the gentleman mentioned last leading the pack.

It was sort of tolerable when train was running fast as we all are familiar with the level noise our trains generate.But when ever it was turning slow or coming to a halt ,the snores were intolerable.
Forget about sleeping it was not possible to remain awake calmly, with the snoring archestra working incessantly. It was non-stop kind of relay race, one beginning exactly before someone else ends.And the beauty of it was that one could not read a book or hear to music to outdo them as It would have disturbed others who were sleeping unaware of the brutality being caused on some six seven people including me.I have been victim of this thing at my home also with Papa snoring in otherwise peacefull house, but there was a solution to it, waking papa up because of some excuse and It would take him some time before he starts snoring again and by that time you may be asleep.But here, there was no solution of that kind possible.

I found company in some three-four guys in the cubicle on my right, distressed, disturbed and frustrated like self.When it crossed the limit, someone among them started playing music on mobile phone, but contrary to our short lived happiness it was objected by someone after 2 minutes.I tell you It was really frustrating and annoying as you could not sleep even when you are feeling damn sleepy.

People were enjoying it like as if the count of our fundamental rights had been eight, the latest being "Right to Snore in the Train-even if creates problem to the co-passengers".

Mind you please book your ticket in advance as they put all snorers in Tatkal Coach Only.
I think Railway works on the slogan of "Pay more, Bear more".

Thanks..Umesh

No Tirupati Darshan for Poors

Living with my maternal grandparents during my early child-hood days helped me to experience village life very closely. I have seen the laborers, who used to work on my grand parents' farms, sitting on ground, barefooted and a few feet away. I have seen a large number of people including kids, youth and aged gathering in our hall to watch Ramayana and Mahabharata on the lone TV nearby. I have seen my grand father walking down kilometers every day and night.I saw it all ploughing, sowing and harvesting, i saw celebrating festivals in a totally village like fashion.But what interesting here is that I saw left over butter milk being offered to animals as there were no takers for the same, but today its anachronistic, You know it sells today.I never imagined I would be myself a witness to the selling of things which were once given for free or put to waste.Today we see water selling for a price more than the price of the petrol, we see butter milk being sold in streets by hawkers as well by Amol,we see every thing being capable of being sold and purchased.We see quite a diffrent and paradoxical things, like every thing being convertible in money still we have scarcity of money.

We built Cultural, Architectural and Religious buildings and entry to them used to be free once, then government or the controlling organisations started levying some charges for maintenance etc. which were quite justified.

We discovered and developed mathematics and found the concepts of equality and inequality. We crafted our Constitution, being held as the highest law of land and there also we meticulously wrote in Article 14 that equality before law and law of equal opportunity are our fundamental rights.

We believe that every one is equal before the lord but money has generated inequality here also and has made some more equal than others as now you can buy time to visit Tirupati.Its height of business being made out of every thing, If it goes like that then there should be restricted visit to the temple. Not all should be allowed to visit only people who have big pockets should have an entry, People its time to find a new temple for the poors.