We Pass This Way But Once.......

Disclaimer – Content is explicitly for To The Next Generation of Faculty ( 2005 Pass-outs and above) . I Am pretty much aware that am too young to suggest to the elders.

Kindly ignore if you are offended.


Guys/Girls,

First – The title has noting to do with what your going to read
Second – I might be wrong about First point as I haven't yet decided what the conclusion is going to be.....

No one likes to take advices. No one likes to change.

And I am %100x^y100 (the scientific calc way) sure this one is not going to work either.

Oh Come on, We are bloody humans, we dont change for nothing. I dint , no one will.

Then what is this about ?

Freedom of Thought......And since am going to pen them down , freedom of expression.

I just remembered being cornered for not opting for a subject, which is assumed to be tougher, and going for another ,which is proved to be easier at one point in time during …..  (intentionally censored, doesn't really matter).

I have utmost respect for a teacher at all times. But that one instance, I remember talking against to justify why I had to choose. I should not have done that. After all , the semester was completed, a word or two about the past doesn't change the future.

Question I asked was … Why should I choose something which I dont like ?

…......

Its not just about choice of subject that am speaking now of, its of life.

Life, the only truth that every morning we wake up to , and the only dream that we sleep for.

For a trained mind its no difficult a task to realize this fact. But then we fail miserably to identify it and eventually remain confused.

Then , how different would it be if I stop working now and go for medical studies ?

Its merely a choice that my damn mind has to make.

A bloody choice.

Please please please guys, dont expect every engineer to launch satellite into the orbit or design a Agni or Pruthvi, not every one is Dr.Kalam (his excellency) .

Dont expect every one to study things their instincts doesnt adapt to.

You must be remembering 3-idiots.

But, here is my version …..

I taught for a while , and teaching is , undoubtedly a great and divinely profession. 

Our job is to train the mind to think in the way the books say, or to be specific , in the way things actually work.

Our job is to take a blank pendrive and feed in to it, the first useful information without damaging it.

And trust me , it ends there.

How that trained brain makes use of the information is beyond our scope. 

Give advice, dont expect the student to follow it. He might be on his way to make history by taking the unbeaten track. So never take it personal.

Let him burn couple of links in his brain by the attempts. They will reform into a new network, a Package in Database terminology.

….........

Well, that was about giving advice and not expecting the person to follow it.

And the next point......... Important....... The most.....

There is no pre-set destiny for anyone's life. 


For No Ones Life. ( Unless you are from the Sonia Gandhi Family  !!!)


For god's sake, accept this fact.      ( not the Gandhi family fact, am taking about DESTINY)


Being in electrical stream , people would say don't go to software like others, join core company. After all you study electrical for 4 years and then how can you join software. I kept hearing this from the day 1 I joined professional study.


Unfortunately, when I ask some one his company name , the one working in a core company would sharply reply 


"its core," with a tone like that of the king who won the battle.


Oh really !, how divine, i think you are the founder and ceo of the firm ? , dude I asked the bloody name of the company.


Or at-least they will add CORE after uttering the company name, as it were a new firm that people are unaware of its activities. 


I don't understand what people are so proud of ? 


SERVING ? ... we are all serving. 


End of day , only one fact matters - Whats your earning for the day ?


The British system of education has already polluted our mind and soul. We hardly think creatively.
But we are mature enough , we know what's right, what's wrong. they why this narrow mindedness.


"Yes am sticking to software, If I don't put my brain to work at-least 5 days a week, i don't feel like am alive.I push my thoughts beyond the horizon of the bookish facts and find the ground realities by playing around the machine " 


When I was born I did not know that am good at  programming, else i would have opted Computers.... that would be my answer.

But how different that would have been ?. 


Assume I opted for Commerce as am good at maths, would I still not be struggling to earn that extra penny for my belly ? 


So my friend, you never know what tomorrow will be like. 


Let people do what they are willing or enjoy doing. 


There was a scientist, ( I don't remember the name) who was a postmaster and yet patented number of inventions. 

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Thats it .

If possible encourage students to take challenges, tell them dont just run hither thither for money. Tell them to find life, money will eventually find them.


Question yourself - "What's my purpose here ?"


I think the answer to that question will be our destiny, if there is any and there will one be for sure.


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A beggar struggles for a penny for his food, and so does a billionaire. Difference being that the books of accounts reflect increased number of ZERO's to the right of ONE for the later.


So you see, life runs on binary ( 0 & 1) then why complicate it with useless postulates.  


If you can, then teach them how to use the BRAIN. Tell them ways and means to multiply a penny. 


Trust me , you will be remembered for ever.


Wish you a happy teaching. And am really proud of what you are doing for the nation.

Coffee Shop With A Difference

That's A Road Side Coffee Shop - 

Under the shade of a massive palm tree, 
With the early morning breeze blowing in a polite rhythm,
Soothing the deepest of the anguish if any,
The vehicles zooming past on the highway, 
With the Stone seating like that in a remote village, 
And a hot Ginger tea finding its way down the throat, 
Sending a relieving chill with every sip.

Thats a Road Side Coffee Shop -

With the old man's expert hand's in making that ginger tea,
About to break pot's, almost the age of the man that we see,
With her motherly touch the old lady offers an unparalleled kindness,
Its not the drink that's relieving, its the place, i believe
Under the shade of the massive palm tree,
And the stone seating like that in a remote village.
It’s the expert hand and the motherly touch that the drink receives.

That, my friend, was the Road Side Coffee Shop -

New Year Resolution ...

Silence Over Disagreement !!!

Expect The Unexpected !!!

 –  Dummies Guide To Travelling At Nights …… Alone     

The clock on the tower at the middle of junction ticked 1 in the morning. On deserted road, walking alone at that hour of the day, my thoughts flew back to the comforts of the distant ride in the car half an hour back. It was evident that the time was running against me. Not a single vehicle passed by in the past 30 minutes.  Another 15 miles of journey awaited me, and I walked looking back intermittently to see if any vehicle would appear.

And I walked…..

………………………

“Oh come on dude. A hundred cab’s pass that way even in the middle of night” , I claimed.

“I have travelled that way even at 2 in the morning at times”, I continued as two of the curious one’s listened.

“So, Lets do it then”, one of them affirmed.

And we proceeded to book the tickets for the 10.30 show in a theater in the middle of the town.

……………………….

The horn from a approaching vehicle brought me back to reality.

I made my move, turned back, pointed my thumb in the direction I intended to travel and I waved. I tried putting up a face of a school kid trying to get that couple of extra marks which he requires to pass the examination.

And the fellow zoomed past me. I was not sure if he paid no attention, or if I was even visible to him.

“F*r ,” my impatience grew and few words of praise escaped. Infact I shouted I realized. The echo from the flyover wall was loud enough.

You never know who that Good Samaritan who would dare pick you at the middle of night be.

You never know.

As my brain tried searching the broken link of the thoughts that it was occupied with, the ear’s heard the rattling of another approaching vehicle.

The action of the hand seemed involuntary as it took positing of waving for a lift in the direction of my travel. And I stood watching patiently as the vehicle neared.

The wind blew in a rhythm like the waves of the sea on a full moon, strong and high, yet steady.

And I watched the vehicle move past me in equal speed with which it neared. I hung my head facing down and uttered those words that escape the mouth when in frustration, intentionally this time.

I heard the vehicle halt couple of blocks away.

 “he is the man !!!” , I turned back and ran towards the vehicle, wondering if he would give me the lift.

………….

“Dude, its already 12.30. I seriously doubt if you will have any mode of transport at this hour”, he exclaimed. “Lets go to my place”

“buddy, I have been travelling this route for years now, “ I boosted on my experience of travelling at nights. “I will find something or the other & reach I will !”

“Suite yourself “, he bayed a fairy well at the point he dropped me.

Another 15 miles of journey awaited me, and I walked looking back intermittenly to see if any vehclie would appear.

And I walked….

………

“I am going towards X-road, will drop you till the junction”, the man in the car said.

“You will find something or the other from there to your destination “, he advised.

“Anything will do sir”, I said to him in a thanking tone as I seated myself by his side.

“where on earth are you coming from at this hour!”, the man questioned as the vehicle picked up some speed.

“A movie- “, I replied too quickly I realized. The overflowing happiness of finding a lift after 40 minutes of walk on a winter cold night made the response time fast.

“Alone ?”

“Oh ! no no”, I was equally quick.”Alone in this route!”, I replied in a broken tone. The shivering made the tongue flicker sending the words intermittently out of mouth.

“I see”, the man exclaimed as he halted the cart at the junction as promised. “from here you will have no trouble going forward”

I showered couple of words of gratitude.

I was at the comfort zone now. There was movement at that junction and I was to make the choice.

And I choose, to have a cup of tea.

The junction was a busy place at any hour of the day. At night , there would be tea and snacks availbale.

The old lady was kind enough to keep the tea hot with all the utensils she had, and 5 bucks she charged for it was fair enough.

“It’s the British you see”, I heard a man speaking. At once I knew he was speaking to me as there was no other soul but for the old lady who paid least attention to any customer.

“they made us addict to TEA & the Chinese to OPIUM”, It was evident that he was drunk. Even as he sipped his cup of the tea, he spoke.

“I see”, I had no choice but to speak, “I never knew that !”, I was ashamed at my ignorance. What if it’s a drunken man speaking, he had a point.

“you youngsters have no knowledge of our history,” he stated to speak. And I made a narrow escape thanking him for that one point of wisdom he showered on to me.

I could hear him continuing the topic with another of the poor souls that halted for a tea , as I crossed the junction in search of another of those good Samaritans.

Another 5 miles…………..

………………….

“Boss, come on, I am going that way !”,  the Sardarji gestured as he spoke while I crossed the road.

“Oh ! thanks sir”, It was as though fate waited for me on a bike at the junction.”Thanks a lot!”

The first line he spoke as we set off brought my world to halt.

“Am a bit drunk”, he said with a smile I would define – teasing.”Hope you don’t mind !”.

“Dont mind – what the hell you think I am , super man ?, that I will jump to safety if you hit a road divider or worst case a speeding lorry”, I said to myself bewildered at the calmness with which he confessed.

“Stop the Damn bike- “, I wanted to shout but the next line he uttered, silenced me.

“Am a COP !”

……………………….                                                                                               To Be Continued…

The Learnt Discuss !!!

Sane or Insane!

The vehicle was sparsely occupied. An old man found his way past Ajay to the seat right next to the front entry. Another fellow occupied the seat beside the old man, adjusting himself to comfort before the bus set off to accomplish the hour long journey that lay ahead.

Sitting by the window Ajay felt the breeze brush past his earlobes. The cold air found its way into the eardrums sending a chill all over the body. The climate was cool, not intensely though, but sufficient enough to force oneself to cover the ears from the wind that blew.

The next halt of the city bus saw a mother and her child boarding in. The child was no ordinary. It walked in an unnatural manner, lifting each leg with a tremendous effort, as was evident, and placing it forward. Reaching out to the nearest support, the kid would lift the other leg. The mother helped intermittently.

Different, the kid appeared, as most of the eyes, Ajay observed, gazed the creature. Some of which were astounding and some were sympathetic. The kid would pay no attention to any of it though. It went on ascending the steps.

The old man, instantly lifted himself, apparently vacating the place for the kid. The young fellow however paid no attention to the scene.

“Can’t you see, they need a seat? Get up and go back”- an aggressive shout came to the young fellows way. He knew at once, to the intensity of the voice, that it was intended to him, and without a moment’s pause, the fellow made his way backwards. Although the lady searched to find from which of those curios mouths that the voice emerged, probably to shower a line or two of gratitude, but failed to identify which of those few lot made that remark.

And the duo found their way to the seat. The kid gestured his mother, a language only the mother would understand as was apparent. From whatever she understood, she took out the monkey cap and slid it over his head. The kid chuckled, as the mother kept sliding the cap. And everyone watched.

The cold breeze was no more a trouble for him, and he faced window wise and clapped and moved his head in a way only he could do, possible cause of the different ability he had.

Almost everything surprised him. And everyone watched, smiling, at his acts. He giggled whenever there was a little breeze past the window gaps, chuckled when his mother got hold of his hand that he tried waving out of the window. Insisted for tickets. Pulled the change out from his mother’s fist and handed to the conductor. He had a smile to offer and a little wave of the hand to every new passenger that boarded from the front door.

He waved to the bystanders at every stop, saluted the traffic police. As the bus moved past the Temple, he joined his hands in a way to pray and bowed. He clapped at the pigeons that flew over the Lake. Everything amazed him.

And he watched, the frustration people bore on their faces for every little thing that happened, the despair  they showed on every stop that the bus halted. He watched the impatience they experienced when in traffic. He smiled at one of the passengers shouting on the conductor for getting a rupee or two back, at the lady that stated a fight with the one next to her for not giving her enough space to sit. He was surprised as to why the driver shouted at people waving hands in the middle of road (requesting to stop the bus).

Ajay kept thinking who sane was, among the two. Was it the boy that amazed himself at every creation of the God, or the rest of us who were disgusted at everything. Was it him, that kept smiling at everything that came his way, or the so called people with common sense who frown at everything that do not occur the way they expect.

The boy made a move to gesture the driver, to stop. Possibly his mother told him that next stop is where they get down. The driver showed no concern.

“Stop the damn bus!”, Ajay shouted from where he was. “The kid wants to get down don’t you see.”

The bus set off after the kid & his mother got down, and Ajay knew the answer.

"Sanity Has Nothing To Do With Happiness" Ajay Thought.