Called me 'Uncle'!

I was walking on the street heading towards office.  There were some boys bursting crackers as it was a Diwali time (a festival of lights not crackers).  A boy having a long stick with fire was lighting up an Atom bomb.  Don’t panic this is just a small one made with less intense power.  But it could harm you to some extent.  In spite of the danger of the cracker, I just continued to walk without a pause (I didn’t want to show to those boys that I was afraid).  The boy was watching me.  He must have thought that I wasn’t aware that he lighted up the bomb.  To caution me, he shouted, “Uncle! There was a bomb lighted up”.  Wait a second! What did the boy call me?  Oh! It was ‘Uncle’.   The bomb burst out.  One is on the ground and one is in my heart.  Both were lighted up by the same boy.  I couldn’t believe that.  That was the first time I heard being called ‘Uncle’.  I wasn’t that old.  May be I have become old enough to be called ‘Uncle’ by a school going boy.  I just kept my mouth shut and started moving fast out of the place before someone calls me ‘Grandpa!’


Rabbit or Tortoise

I come across many people who ask me that why I’m not settled yet (Now I’m studying and working part-time). They mean being settled is getting married and placing yourself in a good company. After you get placed and married, they would ask how much salary you get and you may answer anything that either keep their eyes expand or go up and down on you. Many people try to earn more just to live in others’ eyes. They forget to live how they really want after all it’s their life.

You must have known that many Software Professionals are earning and living a luxury life. They work right from when the sun rises and keep themselves busy till it comes next day. Their motive is to live happily but tell me how many of them really happy. They have everything except time. All we have, to say about 60 years to live in this beautiful world. Of them 20 years go without realizing what life is. Remaining 40 years is too difficult to move. Not anybody can say if they will be born again.

I don’t mean to say that there’s no need of money at all. But we don’t know how to live with what we have.
Life is not a race to run fast to get the first place or second. But it is a nice journey to walk and count your each and every step. I’m just walking and indulging in each and every moment of life. Just ask the person who came first that if he enjoyed the race. He would say either ‘yes’ or ‘no’. But he would have certainly said that it was difficult to cope with the other contestants. He must have forgotten to look at the trees, birds, mountains that came across when he was running. He must not have enjoyed that shadow of the tree and its breeze. I hope you know the story of a race between Rabbit and Turtle. Live the life you’re given rather than to create your own. Because you have to put more than half of your years to create a life you want. Isn’t that easier to live a life what’s in front of us than to create one again!


Thank You

When I was searching for job, I was attending many interviews.  I’d posted my resume in job portals which helped many companies to find my resume and call for interviews.  Apart from companies, many job consultancy firms also called and referred my resume to their clients.  One day, I got a call from a job consultancy firm.  They asked to attend a preliminary interview at their office. 

I was waiting at the reception hall after giving my name to the receptionist who was busy attending continuous phone calls.   While waiting, I finished filling up all the details about me and my education, etc. on the paper, the receptionist gave me.  Meanwhile I found a sign board ‘Wait until your turn comes’ telling me to be patient for waiting long.  Then came a girl and called my name.  Wow! what a beautiful girl she was! I was just astonished to see her beautiful, calm face and I was staring at her without blinking.  She was wearing a yellow chudidhar nicely stitched for her alone. She was slim with no marks on her face.  We can give full mark for her posture.  I came to earth when she called me again with a stress.  For the first time, I heard my name sounds so nice to me.  When a pretty girl calls your name, what music you need to listen to?

She started walking back to an office room.  I was not sure if I follow suit.  She responded to my hesitation with her eyes that said ‘just follow me’.  The room was a very small with about 20x10 feet in size.  She closed the doors of the room.  We were just two in that room.  We sat just opposite to each other with a round table in the middle keeping some distance between us.  We exchanged a few sights, uttering no word for a moment.

She asked me to give my Resume and gone through the top to bottom of whatever I’ve written.   Then she asked me some questions about my previous jobs.  After a while, she gave me a reference to attend the interview in a Company and forwarded my Resume.   She wished me all the best and left out of the room after giving me her Visiting Card.

As she suggested, I attended the interview.  I couldn’t get that job because of my qualification wasn’t enough for the post.  I thought to thank the girl for her reference and kind.  Since, I didn’t want to disturb her by calling in her busy work I had sent an SMS saying thanks for the reference.  After a while I received a call from her.  She inquired about my interview and ensured me that she would inform me if any other opportunities come in the future.   For the first time, I felt the value of words ‘Thank You’.  Since, I had thanked her for her help she came forward to say that she would help me.  When we show our gratitude towards people they respond in a very positive way.  It helps good relationships and better life for each other.


Sigh of Relief

It was already late. There were only few minutes left. I had to catch the train. I would be waiting for another one hour, if I miss the train. Because the next train would leave from the central railway station only after one hour and I was in a hurry to go home soon. I started running desperately. Fortunately, I got on the train before it started its first move. Ohh.... I sighed.

As it wasn’t peak hour, the seats were empty. I sat on near the window seat. I would always like to sit near window. It's really nice to view outside from the train moving.

Before I think how I got on the train. I realised, ‘oops! I forgot to buy the ticket’. So, I had to get down at the next station to buy and it would take some time. It means I would miss the train. Waste of effort.

The train was nearing the next station. To my surprise, it stopped at the half of the platform. And the compartment, I was in, was right opposite to the ticket counter. I got down and ran to the counter. There were about four persons before me to buy. The train still didn't move.

Then the train started moving again. It was my turn to buy the ticket. I’d kept enough change. So it didn’t take much time. By then the train had reached the full platform. After collecting my ticket, I had to run again to get into the same compartment before it moves. It was my challenge to get into the same compartment. My effort was not waste. I could get on the same compartment. Ohhh..... I sighed once again.


With Me

It wasn't a nice day for me. The night went off without having a nap. I felt tired and was off the work. Unfortunately, no body was at home on that day. That thought made me to feel even worse. I was left alone. I felt bored a lot. While thinking how to pass the whole day and how difficult it would be, being alone, I fell asleep.

When I got up, it was almost evening. I felt hungry very much. I found a pocket of bread and tomato sauce in the refrigerator to ease my hunger. I felt better after having completed my late lunch. I wanted to find a companion and I went out for a walk.

The day was becoming nice evening. The Sun was moving to the other side of the Earth. It was a long, wide and straight road with a couple of curves. There were big trees on either side of the road. With beautiful and colorful flowers lying on the corners of the road, they looked beautiful. Flowers were almost in all the colors of the rainbow. With nice breeze, I couldn’t ask for even more than this. The road took me to the beach that’s where I would spend my weekend evenings.

As it was a weekday, only a few people could be seen. Some shops were wayside, having variety of items, looking for their best buyout, four of five couples sitting very closely without allowing even air between them, and the children were playing on the shore, a crab, which was thinking if it could go into the sea or the shore, nothing took my loneliness away.

I asked the God, why he'd left me alone. Since there was not much noise, for the first time, I could hear the sound of waves, deeply. Actually, it seemed that the Sea was trying to speak to me, the waves was trying to come to the shore, near to me.

The sea was so blue with white bubbles on its surface. It tried to save its bubbles on the shore. How many bubbles could it save? I wondered. But no bubble was on the shore could survive. They burst once they reached the shore. Was it teaching any lesson for the human kind? Those who are earning a lot without having time to realize what the life was? They are restless. They end up having nothing in their history. The sea didn’t seem to give up. It tried again and again. I felt if the waves were trying to come to the land or was it trying to touch me? Yeah! I’d finally found that it was trying to speak to me something.

Though I came here many times before, I was unable to hear it. I'd been a deaf all those days. Now I could listen to the sea. It asked me not to feel, for being alone. It said, it would help me to make me to feel good and asked me to come there whenever I felt so bad. I asked the sea, ‘you’re also alone, and how can you help me?’ It said, ‘I am not alone. There are so many species in me and I’m spread all over the world. I have so many friends around me. All you need is to just feel their presence’. Yes, I realized that I wasn’t alone; I had so many friends around me. The trees, the birds, the mountains, the sky and the air, I could hear and speak to them.

The sea said that the God hadn't created man alone. The words, it spoke out were the real boost for me. I felt being amid of the world then, surrounded by the nature. I’m no longer alone. Here they are, they look at me, and they speak to me in their own language and I’m able to understand them. They care for me and they would always be with me.


Behind the Stumps

My family had moved to a new rented-house. The rented portion was on the right side of the main house. It was cool place as there were so many coconut trees around the house. There was an empty land right opposite to our house. So, we could get cool breeze especially in the early morning and in the late evening. The empty land was covered with green grass. It was nice to have a view of the greens in rainy days by sipping your coffee.

I was then thirteen years old, reserved and quiet boy. I wasn't an outgoing person. So, my siblings and I would play only indoor games with the house owner's children. Later I was introduced to other children on the street. We started playing outdoor games on that empty land. We were very happy playing outside. I mingled with them easily.

I would think why they cut all the other entertainment programs for the sake of telecasting Cricket live on the Television. I would feel bored whenever the Cricket played. I couldn’t understand its rules and didn’t know anything about it. I didn’t realize Cricket was the game that every Indian loves to see even sacrificing other things. But after my friends taught me how to play and included me in the team, I got interested into it so much.

The game didn't need much space and costly kit. We used to play on the street itself. It was really fun playing on the street and hitting the ball into the houses and broke the window glasses and the street lights. Whenever we broke the window glass we would hide in a few seconds and there would be no sign of play on the street. After some time, when we find no people complain we would get together one by one and try to break other windows. Even a small stick, a tennis ball and a strong wood as bat was enough for us. We would usually start with four or five boys. As the game progresses, many would join with us. Sometimes, we divide ourselves into more than two teams.

I'm proud to say that I was the opener in almost all the matches. Though I wasn't a big hitter, I would stand till the overs end. I score singles, doubles and occasionally boundaries. I could bowl spin as well. My spells were turning points in many matches that would change the game in our favour. Some times, I'd been behind the stumps as well. Being a wicket-keeper is fun and the only man can screen each and every ball.

I always wanted to lead the team. But hardly did I have the chance. Of course, being a captain is privilege to any one and I was no exception.

As the years pass, we're groomed to be a semi-professional team. We start competing against many teams. Irrespective of the results, we never stop playing the game. We're not a state level team. But we enjoy being even a street-level team.

Our audiences are the people nearby houses and some trespassers by the ground. We're proud to show our talent and enjoyment and to be a representative of our street.

We find it difficult to get money to buy bats and balls. Their cost can't be affordable. We share the expenses. Each one of us contributes as little money as we can.

I can't end this article not mentioning about a team. They're the next street boys. They compete with us many times. We can count their losses easily rather than their wins. They can afford only one or two games to be won. But they never give up. They keep playing with us. Hats off! for their perseverance.

Bernard Shaw once said about the cricket, “There are eleven fools playing and Eleven Thousand fools watching them". Cricket may not be a game that needs more physical activity. It may drive us to waste a whole day or five days. But it's all about fun. Above all it unites the people and helps to maintain a good relationship and keeps the national spirit alive.

Here, in India, we believe cricket is more than just a game, a religion that doesn't mind whether you're a Hindu, Christian or a Muslim and no caste at all. It says, “Be proud to be an Indian, a good audience, a cricketer even at street level.


Humour in Real Life - 1

My colleague and I were at the Spencer Plaza. We didn’t buy any thing, but just walking and window-shopping. When we came across a Garment Shop, we saw an Advertisement Board, “TWO BARE UNDERWEARS JUST FOR Rs.99/-”. The colleague asked me if I was interested to buy them. I asked him, “What does the word ‘BARE’ mean here?” He said, “It means that even if we wear these under wears, we won’t feel that we’re wearing it”. Then I asked, “If we don’t feel that we’re wearing it, then why should we buy them?”


A Gloomy Day

I woke up in the morning after a tired night’s sleep. The clock showed that it was 6 am. I felt so sleepy that I couldn’t get up. I was lying on the bed looking at the roof, thinking that it was another day of doing the same work. I really get bored doing the same thing daily except eating, sleeping and doing some other things. Mmm….I had to be ready to start my work as usual. But I hadn't thought it would be an unusual day.

Though it had to be a sunny morning, it was still dark. It seemed as it was early morning. I looked out through the window. It was so cloudy. The blue sky had changed as dark. The clouds seemed that they had gathered to tell me 'good morning'. But the usual visitor, the sun hadn’t come to wish me. The clouds had taken the place instead. The street lights were already switched off. It was so dark everywhere. To describe it preciously, I named it as ‘A Gloomy Day’.

The clouds were yet to pour. It seemed that they were gathering for a war against the world. As it was very cool, I took hot bath. Taking hot bath, when the atmosphere is so cold, is very warming not just your body and also your mind. I had to be ready to go office within one hour. I took umbrella as extra protection though I had worn the rain coat. It was 8 o'clock by the time I left home.

People are on the way to their destinations. Some of them were heading their office like me. I had to go by bus. The bus stop was just five minutes walk from my home. After locking the house I started walking, the clouds joined with me. They were moving a little faster than me. When I stopped at the bus stop, they started crying. May be, they wanted me to walk with them. It didn't rain heavily, there was no thunder also. But I could imagine that it would be a disaster. When the rain pours slowly it means it would flood the city as the heavy rain sometimes stops within a few hours.

I was thinking that did I really want to go office. I had found no bus for long time. After sometime a bus was coming and I was ready to catch the bus. I couldn’t have spared that bus. It was so crowd. It didn’t stop. The time was almost 10 o’clock. I had no hope to go office and the cloudy atmosphere was threatening for a heavy rain. And there could be a chance that I would get wet and my returning home would be a terrible one. There would be no use of going office as I was already late by one hour. I had no option to excuse my boss. I hoped this cloud wouldn’t spare him as well.

I had a choice. I finally decided. The clouds accompanied with me on my way to home. By the time I reached home I couldn’t see any cloud. “Where the hell they have gone?” I lamented. They must have moved a little faster than me. They won this time as well. It was slowly brightening and the sun finally arrived. There was no sign of rain I could see again. The day went off so sunny. They must have planned it before. I lost one day’s loss of pay.


I Fell in Love

Oh! Once again I fell in love with a girl. It happens whenever I plan not to love after every failure. But what can I do? How can I keep myself away from falling in love? I decide that I’m not going to love any girl and I assure myself that this is the last one, every time.

But this time is different, because this time it is not me, who fell in love. For the first time I’m being loved by a girl. She is crazy about me. How much beautiful she is? How much kind she has for me? How so modest she is? These are the same questions I often ask myself yet to find the answers. Just the word ‘Beautiful’ can’t describe her. Some one has to find a word for that. May be the word could be her name. I’d never felt that I could get this much care from any one but she was there for me. Her smile would reduce the miles of sorrows. How can I describe her more? I'm short of words. We meet everyday and talk a lot even though there is nothing to talk.

You can ask me that how I got involved into love with her. In fact, she was the first to propose me. I was very much surprised at first. I couldn't believe myself that I was in front of a beautiful (I’m yet to find to replace the word ‘Beautiful’) girl and she was smiling at me, ask me to love her. I wanted to be sure my presence in the world. I was at the top of the world. I just wanted to shout. Wow! It happened again that I fell in love.

One day we were talking about us, about our future plans, sitting alone on the beach (this was before the tsunami). I asked her to kiss me. At first, she was nervous but later she wished to do so. Even though I asked kiss, I was afraid of it. She came very close to me. She held my face with her palms. Her face was getting close to mine. It was dark, I’d closed my eyes. And she kissed me; Thousands of power sparkled. Suddenly I got up. Oh! All are in a dream. ‘A Day dream’


Oops! I did it again

Oops! I did it again. I shouldn't have done that. I lost my control. I had never thought that I would do it again. I took that resolution this year only. It's a bad habit. I tried my best to keep my resolution alive. Of course, I do take resolutions every year. But the problem is that I take the same resolution every year.

I could have been more careful. But something tempted me. Though I was very consistent, it happened. I wonder how I lost myself. I wondered whether somebody saw me in that position. Not just men even some girls may have seen me like that. I'm very ashamed. Of course everyone does it in the night. But I did, in the morning itself. What can I do next? Oh! I slept in the office again.


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