A Random Post...( A dozen thing to do in my tweenhood)

There are few things, which I want to do in my tweens...

1. Clear UPSC

2. Get a law Degree. Not practice, though! Save it for, later.

3. Open a Company, run it successfully

4. Go to Ladakh...on a bike trip...and also to Sikkim!

5. Own a TATA Safari, of mine. And a Honda City, just, to prove someone right!

6. Learn to play guitar.

7. Learn to Dance.

8. Gain weight! I am 5' 9.5 and weigh around (read it, as below) 62kg.

9. Send my parents to an world trip, on my expense.

10. Become PM of India, atleast, a minister, if not, an MP, atleast. Either way, get actively in Politics

11. Write a novel, which I have been wanting to do, since last 6years.

12. Own a house.

(This is an addition, after the blog had been originally published...I remembered...and thought...How could I miss it, even.

That is: Join some theatre/drama group. Not necessarily on proffessional level. But do it for Self-Satisfaction)

Not necessarily, in the same order.

Now, I tag all, who are reading this to take the challenge, and tell us a dozen things they would like to do, in their tweens, teens, thirty-eens(!), ...and so on...lol...

The Black Rose-II

Read the 'THE BLACK ROSE-I' first.... here is it..



All around, it was filled with colourfully dull lights. Just where Ranjit lay, squirming in bed out of pain, the wall infront of it had one more red night-bulb. HE was trying to open his eyes, but he could manage opening it only partially. Just then, an extremely huge lady entered the place, and it made him sure, he was in HELL! After all, Heaven is meant for beautiful angels. Hell!, Was his life, really so much full of sins! With these thoughts in mind, he tried inquisition with the lady. But such was his conditions, that he miserably failed. He tried lifting himself toward the head of the bed.

"Wasn't your that action, enough? That now, you trying further to hurt you"

Reprimanding Ranjit, the huge nurse, moved across the room, got a syringe in her hand, came near him, took his hand and was trying to locate the veins. Ranjit was a healthy person, yet now, locating his veins was such a big headache for her. Remotely sensing the green hue, on his hand, she punctured his skin with syringe. Not allowing him the time to protest even. And he lay silent again.


In morning, when the neighbor's children were playing cricket, ball had went on Ranjit's terrace, the terrace where he lay almost presumably dead. Children out of shock, by such a horrid scene of their humorous Ranjit uncle, screamed so loudly that their parents arrived in almost no time, literally. Cops were informed, and so was "Maa", from his cell phone's address book, and he was taken to a nearby Government hospital. Yeah, Ranjit deserved this, thought his neighbor Mr.Sharma, for ruining their Sunday. There was huge loss of blood, but, as fate would have it, people of his O+ blood group and his acquaintances, proved to be too many, to even allow him to do one thing out of his wish, without any boundary.

Such was life, when he wanted to live, he was denied. It looked like, the very same people denied him the LIFE in his lifetime. When as a ten-year old kid, it fancied him to become a lemon-soda seller on the road. Lemon's colour, and fizz of the soda not only enticed him, but also gave him immense optimism. Once when he was thrashed by his parents for having fought with a kid, the tears that had ensued, faded away after seeing the lemon-soda seller. Aah, the lemon, the soda, and the fizz!!!
But as he grew older, things started turning extremely difficult for him. Ranjit and his father, were extremely happy about his admission in one of the best colleges of India. His father gifted his favourite motorbike, and he thought of gifting his father a tie. He bought the tie for his father, and had reached the entrance of his street, when someone told him about an accident, minutes ago. It was his father's dead body on which the necktie was kept, on his pyre. It was his last gift to his father.

All of 19, he was devastated, broken, and apocalypse seemed to surround him. But there was more in store. It was not even a year, when his mother decided to marry his father's colleague, a divorcee. Ranjit had always thought him to be a boorish rake, a third-grade person, a lecher. Rather, he had known. Once when he came to home mid-way through his class timing, because of high fever, he entered through the back-entrance. Today he didn't want to walk on the reflecting marble, which meant a good 25 feet walk to front entrance, when on other days, he loved to walk and see toward the ground, to see his reflection. Back-entrance used to be open for maid servants to come, in evening, and morning. Only in night it used to be closed. When he entered home, he entered a disgusting surprise. Mr. Khanna, the boor, was in his mothers room. His mother was lying stark naked on the bed, and Mr. Khanna was humping her. But he never told anyone about it, not his parents, nor himself. It all flooded his mind today, when he came to know about his mother's desire to change her surname to Mrs. Khanna.
He packed all his belongings in a bag, overnight, and when the night enveloped the world, he embraced the open world, on his Hoodibaba bike!!!

With no plausible qualification, no money, no home, no mother, he set out to write his own destiny. He did to an extent. Took a menial job, continued studying through out,took a better job in a call center, and with gift of his oratory skills soon made enough progress, to become team-leader. Throwing open his ears to all the cuss words, made by the white skinned. Soon and slowly, jingoism occupying him, because of his BPO experience. All he seem to be wanting now, by every day, was to become an IAS officer, and serve his mother Earth. He gave the exams twice, and failed to clear both times. Meanwhile, his colleague in office, Mandira seemed to be making an equally strong impression on his heart. The first kiss in the cab, led to promises of life and death together. Passion overtaking each other, every minute. Ranjit approached Mandira's father, and told him in simple words, that he would like to marry his daughter. Her father, was a retired army man, to him the thought of his son-in-law being a petty glorified-executive irked him. Further to Ranjit's ill credit, he had lost his father to life, and his mother to some boor. He set out a condition, which he thought, Ranjit would not be able to clear. Become a grade-I officer in a government job.

Mandira was made to leave the job, Ranjit left his own as well, to concentrate on IAS prep. Two years salary was enough to sustain him for another 1 year, and it did...by the time, he had cleared his PRELIMS, and given his MAINS. A day before MAINS examination, Mandira's best friend Alka, informed Ranjit, that Mandira has gone to her home-town Lucknow, and she is quite sure, Mandira would be getting forcibly married. She claimed she had enough inklings. Needless to say, perturbed Ranjit could not concentrate on his papers well. He was sure of not clearing. On further telephonic inquisition, he could make out they had gone to Lucknow for some wedding. He headed to Lucknow, where he met the Colonel father, who refused to let him meet her, claiming innocence about her whereabouts.While his home spoke in volumes, of a marriage celebration, recently concluded....Why didn't even she inform him, he thought! Was their love, so feeble!

Ranjit couldn't make out, who to live for! In hospital,When he gained consciousness, Mandira was infront of her. Impulsively, She slapped him hard, and then hugged him tight, as if never to let go of him. Then she told him, that she had gone there for her cousin's marriage. And she had seen him from the window, when he came to meet her father. She nagged about his shirt's colour, when he met her father. Maddy, as he often called her, assured him that, she would keep on meeting him, as and when possible, with the support of Alka.

Soon he was shifted to his flat. He started recovering. Mentally, and emotionally as well. He wanted to live, cry in joy, hit himself for his stupidity, rebuke himself for the suicide attempt. For the moments of self doubt, and doubt on her love. For failing to give his MAINS Examinations well. For delaying everything by an year, in the best scenario.

The day MAINS result was to be declared, he went gloom. He didn't even log on to the result website. Mandira had managed to come today. She asked him whether, if he had checked his result. There was a tinge of sadness in her voice. He said, "When I know it, why to check it?"
Aah..there she slapped him again. A tight hard slap.
"Such an asshole, Ranjit. You have cleared it!"
"Haah! Disgusting Joke! Why you reminding me, of it, even? why humiliate me?"

Another slap on his face. And he was starting to believe it.

"I mean, how come. And if its really so, why you sad? You must be kidding"

"I am sad, because for an year now on, you 'd be on training and faraway in Mussorie, Hyderabad. How would I be able to......"

Before she completed her sentence...

"..Slap me!"

There was love in the remark. There was fondness in the words. And there was the tenderness in the slap, that ensued again on his remark......



[You can post your questions, if any, in the comments section! Or, We can have a Q & A, if you all wish, lemme know...Yahoo Pingbox, apke right me hai na!!]

THE BLACK ROSE-III, would be soon written and updated...

Awaiting your critical feedback / comments....

Why??

I wanted my first post to be something different!!! Something, about how desperately, I wait for winters to come. How I love this weather, its aura, falling orange and red leaves, the cool breeze, the intoxicating aroma hovering around in the season, which makes you yearn for so beautiful things in life, Nicotine, caffeine, someone's embrace, quilt's warmth and how it is the loveliest place to be!!! But somehow, was left with no plausible option.

 

Well, Now, I have started taking up two tuitions for two basic purpose.

1. Since, I am an UPSC aspirant, I need to have a broader look at NCERT books(I was an ICSE/ISC) passout.

2. Money, Honey!!!

 

Today, while returning back from Vasant Enclave, after taking a tuition, I took a bus from Dhaula Kuan to Safdurjung Terminal(btw, I walked all the way from VasantE to MotiBagh). Then, I took a bus back to Anand Vihar from there. It was 2215hrs. And from there, Ghaziabad(UP) juridisction starts, and they have this very interesting idea of closing all public transport by 2200hrs(in order to prevent crime, The top Hottest city of the world closes public transport. Won't be surprising, if tommorrow they prohibit people from coming out of home to prevent crime)

 

After 30-35minutes, finally got a law defying auto-wallah, had to hang on to side bars, and tag along. Finally, got a seat in a while. There was this lady, who was panicking, bacause a person in Swift Car, was following her for quite a while. She started crying, and asked Auto-wallah to stop the auto near any police post, personnel. But the auto-wallah got apprehensive, he would get caught in this problem, and secondly also because he was defying the rule. He didn't stop near the police patrol car. I asked him twice to do that.

 

Then, she, incidentally got down at the stop, I did. She asked me for help, if I could walk her to her home. Obviously, even I had, by then got concerned about the lady and her safety, as I saw the 40-something man, following the auto, stopping where the auto-stopped, moving again at the same pace, and also continously staring at the lady, and making obscene gestures. I asked her, first of all, not to panic. Then, I had to request her to stop looking backward, and keep on moving straight. While, all on earth I wanted then was to get hold of him, drag him out of the car, and give him a lesson to remember for his life. But, the lady would have got false advertisement by then. I might not be strong enough to fight someone, physically!! But that does never  deters me, as I would have done what I wanted, never to think about the repercussions.

Meanwhile, I called up 100 from my cellphone, here is the transcript, that followed:

"Hello, Police Control Room!! Sir, Mai Rajeev hu. Ek mahila hai unhe apke sahayta ki jarurat hai. Ek aadmi unka kaafi der se peecha kar raha hai, aur gande sanket de raha hai! Humlog abhi Vasundhara, Sec-4 me hai...."

Before, I could finish....

"tum kaun bol rahe ho? tum us aurat ke saath kya kar rahe ho?", cutting me short, he replied

"Ye musibat me hai, inhe meri sahayta chahiye thi. Mai bhi usi auto se safar kar raha tha..."

Cutting me short again, "Ye admi inhi ka peecha kyu kar raha hai? Itni raat to ye aurat kya kar rahi hai"

I thought the lady's voice might melt him and handed over phone to him. My blood was raging, anyways, at his questionnaire.

 

He started asking quite uncomfortable qsn to the lady, she said, "Bajay iski aap meri madad karo, aap maje le rahe ho?"

I snatched the phone from her, and said....

"I have the SSP no, and I know him personally, you want me to call him up, and complain about you as well. Get it simple, clear, and loud..It is A silver Swift Car UP-14AP-2437, and we are near Mewar College, either send the cops now, or ......and yes, write down the lady's no."  I asked for her no, and gave it to him.

 

Since, He was driving very slow, and just behind us, he might have had heard me getting furious at a cop. He turned his car backward, and suddenly zipped away.

 

That leaves me so frustrated, and so disgusted at the attitude, thinking, of the people.

 

1. An International magazine had rated, Ghaziabad as one of the the, and on top of the list "10 Hottest Cities of        the WOrld". Ohh, really in what terms? Civic amenities, law and order, transport, health, electricity??  No,          Naaah, Nahi!!!Or, as I say, just the  property prices??? Could very well be that consortium of builder paid in      millions, to get this published! So deeply rooted is corruption, that at times every thing tend to loose its                  credentials, and credibility!!!

2. Its falls under National Capital Region, and yet it has no proper transport system, people have to rely on                 private plying autos. And then, prohibiting public transport by 10pm to curb crime. Gosshh!! Why not                force people inside home! No one would move out, and eventually no crime.

    Since, Ghaziabad police's lower rank officers are so inept, corrupted(in detail, about that some other time. I          have    numerous example), they think its the best way out, and they could relax, and get bribes from those          flouting        their  norms! Pathetic!

3. Men with such disgusting attitude should be castrated, slapped, insulted infront of their mother, sister, wife,            and daughter. Such male, stooping so low, get all male labelled as "so many names". Let it be!

4. What is a police officer supposed to do? Ask the lady, in gory details, sitting at the comfort of office, and             not       doing anything about it. When all he has got to do, is call a nearby PCR?

 

Such irksome things, really bothers me to the core!

 

hardly a metre from Kaushambi(UP) is Delhi. I would say, Delhi Police is one of the best in the world. Courteous, friendly, efficient, Comparatively though! Civic Amenities are world class, red-tapeism and lethargic bureaucracy are comparatively lesser. Why can't UP learn from its counterpart???? Metres away and yes so far!!! You get to see the huge difference, on the divide, standing at any point of the long border UP shares with Delhi.

 

 

And why we as an individual wait for groups to form first, and believe they should do everything? Have we become really that selfish, such self-centred? Are we not supposed to protect any women's(for that matter, anyone) dignity? Have we not been taught Indian Culture, or, was it too hard for us to imbibe? Leave imbibing, how does our conscience allows us to run away leaving someone in distress(Assuming that bastard, had no conscience at all)? It is only when, tragedies falls on us, that we realise the gravity of the situation, only then, nature of the realm beckons us!!! Why?

 

Why? Its high time, we all put ourselves to certain plausible amount of introspection!!!!

Will Quote few lines from "Madhushala"

 

क्षीण, क्षुद्र, क्षणभंगुर, दुर्बल मानव मिटटी का प्याला,

भरी हुई है जिसके अंदर कटु-मधु जीवन की हाला,

मृत्यु बनी है निर्दय साकी अपने शत-शत कर फैला,

काल प्रबल है पीनेवाला, संसृति है यह मधुशाला।।

---- बच्चन