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Day 16.Dear..I miss you(Episode 2)

From the words of my friend........

 

“Enough is enough!!can’t work so much for such useless targets”…Such things came to my mind after working almost 1 year in  Pharma sales sector.I was pissed off with the job and planned to quit the job and do an MBA…Now the question is where to do and what are the best institutes in Bhubaneswar???Because in Bhubaneswar if you will stand at Rasulgarh square and throw a stone, irrespective of direction, then the place it will land is an MBA institute.Once I found one institute named Oxford and for the time being I thought that Oxford university had opened their franchisee here at Bhubaneswar…Actually fact is that I didn’t know much about the institutes and the exams to prepare to avail a seat in some good institutes.Finally,took suggestions from my friends and made my mind to join CAT coaching at TIME institute Bhubaneswar. After some days, I met the admission officer of the institute and he described the coaching strategy in such a way that I thought that this year I will join IIM,nothing else…Let it…whatever it may be but my enthusiasm was at its peak. Finally, on 16^th April,2008,I took admission on TIME for CAT..

At that time,I was staying at Athgarh and had to come Bhubaneswar daily by free govt. vehicle i.e passenger train from Ghantikal,Athgarh to Bhubaneswar. Nobody does a ticket for travelling in that train because that train was a gift from railway ministry to the people of Athgarh and suburb areas for travelling the capital of odisha free of cost.I took hardly 40-45 minutes to reach Bhubaneswar and these 40-45 minutes were constantly added by inertia of motion and rest at fixed intervals of time.However,my destination was used to be Vanivihar Railway station whose total length is equal to the length of that train. In rainy seasons,after stepping out from train definitely you have to run at vanivihar station because no shed is there and waiting hall is always locked like “havellis” of horror films…Any ways I joined my classes at 9:30 am at SaheedNagar Centre.After 3 hours of serious struggle with the Aptitude,Reasoning and English I finally returned at 12:30 pm.Everyday after coaching I used to find the first bus to reach Badambadi(Cuttack) from where I can go Athgarh.At Badambadi,bus conductors will welcome you as if you are the star player of Indian cricket team.Every time you ask conductor about the availability of seats inside the bus, the answer is ‘yes’.I don’t know why they nod their heads but if the bus sitting capacity is 50 then definitely the bus will be carrying something around 80-90.At most of the times the top of the bus is loaded by small bags to the largest ones and even sometimes Atlas and Hero bicycles are also loaded. I don’t know who had discovered speed,distance and time formula but if he would have seen these bus then definitely he would have added another new factor called “load”…Finally,I used to reach home around 3:00-3:30pm.This routine was going on for about a fortnight and I was enjoying the preparation also…

It was 5^th May, 2008, Monday and I went for my classes as usually .The weather was excellent and I preferred sitting near the window of the train. I was murmuring some latest Bollywood tracks and enjoying the deep blue sky having some patched clouds and the green grassy fields from the window of train accompanied by some cool breeze due to last night’s rain. Really, the feeling was awesome… and didn’t knew when my destination i.e Vanivihar station came.I stepped out of the train and waiting for my friend Rohit who also used to come with me in the same train. On the meantime, I saw a girl wearing a yellow colored dress with a pink bag.She was looking very beautiful and talking with her mobile with someone else.I was looking at her continuously. I had never seen such a beautiful girl before. I don’t know what happened to me at that time but now I can realize that –perhaps it was love at first sight. I had seen many girls before…always want to talk and flirt with them but I don’t know why my heart said to love that girl but not to flirt with. My friend came and called me. We both went for the classes as we were already getting late for the class. While moving with my friend, I again looked back at her, and she was still standing and perhaps waiting for someone else. On the way to our coaching class my friend was talking something to me but I was mentally still there at railway station and thinking about that girl. Any ways…we reached our class in time and our Reasoning Class started. In every reasoning class we were initially given some hand-outs to solve and then that paper was discussed. The paper was very tough and I started solving it. The second question was so difficult that I got stuck to it…Actually main thing is that somewhere I was able to visualize that girls face in my reasoning paper. I was unable to concentrate. Suddenly after 20 minutes, our center director interrupted the class and told our reasoning sir that-“Sir, few more students for your batch”. We all looked at a time to the entry door and what I seen was an unbelievable experience for me. My pulse rate suddenly became hyperactive…The girl I was thinking about was standing in front of me along with 3 other new faces which were not evenly constructed. Being a back bencher, I took the advantage because she sat just behind me…I became so energetic that the question which I was stuck to was solved within a couple of minutes…

After the Classes,I returned home and in night started solving some quants questions but can’t.Because my heart as well as mind both gave priority to her face rather than my TIME institutes study materials.I don’t know what exactly happened to me but now I can realize that I suffered from a disease that every vicenarian suffers from..Yes it was love…Finally,closed my books as well as eyes and started dreaming…

(To be continued in my next post…)

Have a nice day.....

Truely yours

 

JGD

9:51 AM(as per my office pc time)

23/08/2013

 

 

Day 15.Dear..I miss you(Episode 1)

Work was over and I was free for 15 minutes…Office clock was in default mode i.e always late like Indian railways so I looked at my mobile clock which said 12:25pm,Sunday,18^th Aug.2013….Suddenly my Micromax Canvas vibrated and I saw 8 facebook messages from my friend ‘Shish’. He had written:-wer r u????what happened???Is everything allright????Give ur no….call me soon …am waiting and so on.Then I asked him for his cell number and within no time he replied and gave his number.

     After few minutes I tried his number and we talked.We almost talked after 4 years So I was very eager to listen him.He was one of my best friends in college days and I was very attached to him as well as his family also.Simple in nature as well as outfit, Shish was always been special to me because he had  Z-DNA..couldn’t understand????He was lefty…Let it..if I will narrate my college days then the whole theme will be changed.

     Shish repeatedly asked me about my facebook profile and one pathetic poem that I had written and uploaded in facebook .I think he started correlating the things but the reality was something different because I had written that poem just in my leisure and had nothing to do with my personal life. I was very happy because I was talking with one of my college friends and in my mind I moved some 6 years back when I was 60Kg and he was 40kg…Yes!!Shish was very thin and a wasp-waisted fellow..Now I am 85Kg and don’t know about the accurate weight of Shish but still his facebook profile reveals that some flesh has been added to the extra-bony areas…

     While talking in phone we shared about our personal life. He already knew everything about me because my personal love life became public in 2007 so just asked about the present situation and I descried that I am happy..When I asked about his personal life he got sad and hesitated to share. I thought something is wrong…Then I forced him to share the matter and he told me to talk latter. I replied him that am free after 9:00pm and we will talk at that time…

      At night, while I was doing a slow love to my molecular biology book(page no.243-DNA sequencing method by Gilbert),suddenly thought about calling Shish and ask the matter we were discussing in noon..I looked my study table watch ..It was already 9:17pm which means that the real time was 9:07pm.Then without wasting time I dialed his number and he disconnected the call.He called back me from another number.Then conversation follows:-

Me:-Why you disconnected ?

Shish:-I recharged this number with some STD calling pack. Why will you do STD calls??It’s my matter I am going to share that’s why I recharged this number.

Me:-Ok …no problem.

Shish:-Are you free now??

Me:-Yes..You please say what happened why you became so depressed at that time???

Shish:-No…..love is really a very difficult thing and especially when u miss your lover.

Me:-Yes..thats true but what exactly happened???Would you elaborate????

Shish:-Elaborating is not a matter but If you have time then I will say all the things.

Me:-Definitely dear…I am free for you…please say..

 

Then Shish started narrating his love life…He was speaking and I was hearing…No disturbances…night was dark and calm…I was hearing in a deep contemplation…I thought that as if I am hearing some film story. Can such things really happen in some one’s life????When I disconnected the call,the time was 2:13am and I realized that my eyes were also wet .On the next day I thought to share the story with my friends and started working on it.On my next posts,I will be sharing the love story of my friend..

 

JGD

8:41 pm(as per my office pc time)

20/08/2013

 

Day 14. Mr.Barik

My train was late by 45 minutes and I was feeling bored. I was waiting and playing game on my mobile that every Indian loves to play in NOKIA i.e Snake game. Three times I made new high scores there. Still my snake was eating and eating and getting larger also to make more scores..In the mean time, one elderly voice disturbed me and my snake got dead in my game…The man was asking me for the time table of Tapaswini Express. I told him that it’s about 45 min late. His eyebrow as well as lips made some curves. He got shocked…He sat by my side and introduced himself as Mr.Barik. By profession he was doing nothing. I cursed my fate for getting such type of creature with me. I started to avoid him but he followed me like hutch…I think u can better understand. Finally I got a chair at platform and he sat nearby me. Then the conversation followed.

Mr.barik:-Well Mr.Das…what do u do????

I replied:-Job in a company.

Mr.barik:-Which company???(He was very anxious to know..)

I replied:-Vedanta..

Mr.barik:-Oh…I have one of my brothers working there and he is a manager. He is a very eminent personality there.

I thought that Vedanta is an aluminum industry or film industry..Why he is saying eminent personality???Then Mr.Barik started saying about his brother. Started from his childhood days. How his brother was a great student/scholar, social worker etc.. I thought to add his brother’s name in India’s freedom struggle book, which we are reading for our IAS exam. I thought that playing snake was better rather than hearing these stories. I was only replying OK..Every eminent person of the state is his relative..Starting from singer Tapu Mishra to Chief minister Naveen Pattnaik,all are his relatives or friends.

Then I asked :-Is Gopabandhu Das is also your relative/friend??

Mr.Barik:-Yes,but not blood relative.

I said:-Oh..I see.

Mr.Barik:-Why u came Bhubaneswar???

I replied:-To get some books for IAS exam.

Mr.Barik:-Are you appearing for IAS??

I replied:-Yes, appeared prelims this time.

Mr.barik:-Then I want to give some tips for the exam.

I was enjoying the creature and said ok.

Mr.Barik:-IAS interview is very tough. You should be very careful while talking with them,walking and answering.

I said:- Yes,I know..

Then he started talking about how to face interview.

Mr.barik:-First enter the room and touch the feet of the interviewers. It will fetch good marks to you and then take your seat. Answer all questions they will ask you. Then after interview get finished, touch their feet again and don’t move back rather walk backward steps till the door.

I thought, whether I will go to UPSC interview or dance Odissi Mangalacharana before Lord Jagganath???Why to walk backward steps???? He also advised me to wear black dress. I don’t know what made him to think so. What to do with black dress??? I am a candidate to be interviewed or magician???? When all these questions were running in my mind then Tapaswini Express entered platform no.1 and Mr.Barik started running with his bag to the General compartment…After that I called him loudly and said ”Nice meeting u Barik babu”.

After thinking all these things again, I laughed loudly..And thanked my fate that last 40 minutes were very humorous for me…I thought that Mr.Barik was better than my snake in My NOKIA…..Whatever he may be but he made me laugh for some time…

JGD

4:04 pm(as per my laptop time)

30/05/2012

Day 13. Akshay's Guitar..(Part-2)

Next morning I started searching..”Nataka Dokana” from numerous small shops in Jharsuguda. I was looking each and every shop hoardings..Suddenly my eyes got struck to a hoarding having Guitar combined with a Tabla, clearly written “Nataka Dokana”. Letters of the hoarding were dancing asynchronously. Every instrument’s drawing was there, enough to make a brass band. I kept my bike in the roadside and went to that shop. The shopkeeper was doing a slow love to his odiya Newspaper. When I called him, he was very delighted to see me. His lips expanded to its extremities…

I asked:”I want a guitar..”

He replied:”Local or branded??”.I got confused. I thought whether I have asked for a Guitar or Rum bottle??

I said:”Show me the cheapest one.”

He replied:”Wait..am getting it from my workshop.” My confusion was as its peak by listening the word ‘Workshop’. The shopkeeper ordered his boy to bring a 1350 from his workshop.

I asked:”What is 1350??Is it the model name??”

He replied:”No No…it’s the price. Here all model are same . All guitars are made here.” My doubt got converted into reality. Before I knew LOCAL made means somewhere in India but not the place I am standing and searching the product. I reminded the innocent face of Akshay. Shopkeeper shown me different colours with design, as if showing T-shirts to me. Each piece of guitar was accompanied by some exciting prologue by the shopkeeper. All the guitars were out of tune and I think can’t be tuned further…The shopkeeper made a concession of Rs150 but I came back. I called Akshay on his cell phone.

I said:”I knew why your guitar is Rs 1200 !!”

Akshay replied:”Why……”

I said:”They are making these guitars here. These are ultra-local.”

Akshay replied:”Really??I don’t know about these things..”

I said:”Enjoy..If possible tune it for practice only, but never play it in public otherwise you have to pay for it.” After these words Akshay laughed and disconnected his call…

Friends…”Enthusiasm” is very harmful if you want to do things right now. Take your time and decide about your passion. If you really want to buy some musical instruments or any other things that you don’t know then kindly take one guy who knows about the instruments. Don’t throw you hard earned money to such types of shopkeepers. But if you need the cheapest one then take a piece of wood and make one guitar. Everything will cost around Rs300. But I am not sure about its performance.

Have a nice day.

Truly yours

JGD

7:20 am(as per my laptop time)

15/12/2011

Day 12. Akshay's Guitar..(Part-1)

“Are in your room?” I asked Akshay with great ebullience, in my cell phone. “Yes..am waiting for you” Akshay answered with utmost avidity. I got ready within a couple of minutes to see the Guitar of Akshaya. I had seen many guitars but never touched one before. I was very keen to play his Guitar. I was so excited that I started playing guitar chords of “kaho na kaho-Murder” using my palate, teeth and tongue. After a mini bike race of 1 Km, I reached his home within 4 minutes. Pressed his calling bell. Akshay with his skeletal body and underslung Bermuda opened his door. “How fast you came??”Akshay added these words with a smile on his face. ”I can do anything for playing guitar”, I replied audaciously.

I asked: ”Where is it??”

Akshay replied: “Wait..Wait...am bringing.” My enthusiasm was at its peak.

Askhay bought his blue Guitar bag with some unheeded spider webs on it. I opened the zip of that bag with one go. That maroon colored guitar as well as Akshay’s forehead both glazed with the overhead 23 watts Bajaj CFL.

I said:”Wow..its looking great. Where you bought it from??”

Aksahay replied :”Na...Nataka dokana”(Nataka dokana-is a Odiya term in which ‘Nataka’ means drama and ‘dokana’ means shop.) Literally,Drama shop.

I said: ”But where is it??” Later I discovered it from Jharsuguda city. A multi-variety music store with collection of some awesome non-branded monotonous guitars.

Akshaya replied: ”Here....at Jharsuguda only.”

I said: ”Please play it…”

Akshaya replied:”I don’t know ABC of music.”

I said:”I know ABC only but not beyond that..”

Akshaya replied: ”I am planning to learn Guitar”. While he was narrating his intensity of guitar learning, I snatched the Guitar from his hand and stared playing. I had never heard such a cacophonous tune before. All strings produced same sound. “How is it possible??” I asked myself like a confounded fool.

I said: ”What is its price???”

Akshaya replied:”Rs 1200 only.” Then I tried to search the company logo within the guitar but nothing was found except polished wood. “What more you can expect in 1200??” I explained myself. Akshaya was eagerly waiting for my valuable feedback on his guitar.

Akshay asked: ”So…How is it???”

I replied: “Seems ok…but needs to be tuned.” By playing that guitar all my expectations melted down. How can any company make such type of guitars?? I also planned to go to that shop next day and returned back to my home……J

(to be continued in my next post….)

Good night

Truly yours

JGD

9:46pm (as per my office clock)

4/12/2011.

Day 11. For you..my dear..

I saw my mobile watch. My old and antediluvian Motorola was saying 9:00am. I knew the exact time was 8:50am but still assumed the time to be 9:00am. I kept my bicycle at cycle stand and my eyes were eagerly searching her. I was in a red shirt and White jeans. Red was her favourite, that’s why I wore that one on that special day. I was moving hither and thither to meet her. My class time was 9:15am. I had to go my futile class, so I got angry. I was standing in our college canteen and finally made my mind to go & listen the translation of zoology in Odiya version. Of course….my honours class. Suddenly I saw some reflections from numerous mirrors from the dress of a girl. Oh….it was my sweet heart in her black bicycle wearing a beautiful mirrored dress along with whole 1^st year batch girls. I was saved from my honours classes. I thought it was better to listen my sweet heart than the direct Odiya translation of comparative anatomy of heart. I paused…She came and checked my cell, whether I have dialed or sent message to any other number or not. After a complete contemplative mobile audit of 3 and half minutes she kept it close to my heart. Yes.. in my shirt pocket. We went to the place where we used to go always. Backside of the Economics department. We sat there every day(minus sunday). Even if I learnt some core Economics terms within in a year by listening to those unbearable roaring of that Economics lecturer.

        That day was very special for me because our juniors had arranged a fare well party on that afternoon.

I asked her:-“Will you go to the party??”

She replied:-“No..I don’t want to give farewell to you.”

We started gossiping. Skipped our classes. At that time our zoology department peon(Nilu bhai..) passed by our side. He glared at us. He was just looking like a human fossil. His crooked smile reminded me the protagonist of a horror show in Zee TV that I used to see in my school days. In the mean time we were able to get a glimpse of his red teeth which vanished within less than half second. My girlfriend was scared.

I asked her :-“You are scared of Him or the incident??”

She replied :-“Nilu bhai will say everything to our HOD that we are not going to class and spending time here.”

I said :-“Nothing will happen…Let’s see..”

My sweetheart was very sad as that was my last day in our college. She was very emotional and me too.

She said :”What we will do? How I will meet you after your final exams??”

I said: “We will talk in phone.”

She said:”No..I can’t. I don’t have a mobile and talking in our land phone is next to impossible.”

I said:”Then what shall we do?”

She said:”You take me with you.I won’t want to stay alone. I can’t come here alone. Your memories will haunt me.” She broke out in tears.

I said:”Nothing will happen dear..Keep faith in god.”

She said :”Whatever money you will make, I will adjust.”

I said: “I can get a job in any domestic call Centre. I can make Rs 3000 maximum. ”

She said: ”Wow..its more than enough. I can manage.”

I said: ”I think house rent of a worst quality house will cost 1200-1500 bucks. How can we manage??”

She said:”In rest amount we can have our food. I can manage. We will cook food so it will cost less.” She did some mathematics in her left hand .She was very good at mathematics. She scored 150 out of150 in mathematics in her board exams.

I said: ”So when we will go? Will you come with me??”

She said:” I can do everything for you dear. As far as family is concerned you are my everything. I don’t need any one. Please never leave me alone otherwise I will die.” My eyes were full of tears and on the mean time she had inscribed ‘Jyoti Neeladri forever..’ in that pink wall.

I said: “If your love is with me then I can also do everything for you.”

It was around 3:15 pm at that time and our college time was over. We were ready to go. Her friends returned from farewell party. She went with her bicycle and became small and small…and small… from my sight and finally vanished.....:)J

        Everyone says in a successful love story lovers never meet at the end but according to me Success will never kiss your feet if your love is not with you and a successful love story never ends. Through this post…I would like to thank my wife for being with me each and every time and for giving me support during my struggle period. I love you Jyoti and will never let you alone till the end of my life.

(My blog started on 11/11/11 at 11:11am and fortunately today is my 11^th day of posting. So I dedicate this post to my wife JYOTI.)

Good night..

Truly yours

JGD

6:12pm(as per my office clock)

2/12/2011