One night after the call centre

22nd August 2015. Time 22.15
Mota beta licked up his ice cream, which he held in his right hand and then took a bite of a chocolate bar which he held in his left hand.He was standing at Saharanpur Railway Station.
But before I begin further let me introduce Mota beta.
Mota beta is now an alumni of DPT. After completing his graduation he thought of going to software field and make games like AOE. But just then when he was giving his interview his stomach cried and he realized that in a software job he'll have to work day and night and will then get to maintain the circular shape of his tummy so he left the interview.Mota beta joined two hotels but from each place he was kicked within one week as he ate half of what he served and termed it as 'chapo'. Eventually, he decided to join a call center at Saharanpur (Of course, call centres opened up at Saharanpur too. Remember we are talking of 2015? Are you thinking why didn't he join at Chennai?.....Coz he knew much cheaper places to eat here and used to screw Raju and Sonu telling them that he was their Cafe Secy.) Ya, so I was telling he joined a call center at Saharanpur to make up for his eating and so he worked during day time. (He was too busy playing AOE at night).

Ahemm enough of the introduction, now moving on to the incident-
Mota beta was standing aloof from the mob because he didn't like when anyone dared to disturb him during eating. The recently started train for Chennai was late. Half of his ice cream was still left and so he was totally concentrated on his cone. Just then he heard a voice from behind, "Haan bhaai, station pe he na? Hummmm!"
Mota beta about turned in the voice's direction. A cylindrical lady who seemed at least of 8O kgs. was standing behind, hiding herself in a pink jacket and white scarf. Mota beta all of a sudden remembered the fox from Little Red Riding Hood with the scarf on seeing her. Her voice seemed vaguely familiar. Perhaps he had heard it in Zee Horror Show. No!! No!!! That show stopped long back. Then where? Ring?? No! That witch did not used to wear a scarf. Did she? She used to wear something white and had a better figure. Mmmm..then where??Connexions? No, then voice wouldn't have seemed that familiar.Where? Where? Mota beta apparently was unable to recollect it. He stood aside leaning against a closed shop and stuffed the remaining chocolate bar in his mouth. "Haaan bhai," the voice again continued, "Yahaan hum dono hi hain to main tumhi se baat kar rahi hun. Hummmm!"
"Aaap meri class me the na??" she asked again. Now that Mota heard that he had studied in her class; now he could remember her perfectly. She had taught him. "Madam," he finally made it out. " Only that she had became more cylindrical and had developed a belly that could challenge Mota's. She stepped a bit in front and now her face was clearly visible under the tubelight. "Remember I used to teach you mm..Fluid, no no thermodynamics, no no yes enveeranment!" God! Impressive! She knew so many technical terms!!!! Mota almost stunned by her knowledge couldn't speak out a word. "Main kya karun. Meri talent ko dekhkar har saal mujhe naya aur hard subject padhane de dete hain. This year I am teaching Phyjics to firsht year. Actually main har subject padha sakti hun," she declared. "Yes madam," said out Mota. " Actually I prepare a lot to teach in the claas." ""But howcum you are here madam?" he interrupted her. "My aaspect of coming here ij that I waj giving a guesht lecture at IIT Dehra Dun, wo jo abhi naya naya khula hai na? Hummmm? I give lectures there as better half of the proffeshors." "Behalf... you mean behalf madam?"
"Yes. Yes that only. Students don't study theej days. Ab tumhare samay me to main tumhe utha leti thi...Hummm par ab bacchhe padhte hi nahi hain to main number nahi de paati." Mota was at the verge of crying but that seemed to have no effect on her. She continued, "I waj teaching them Makhshwell equajons but unko kuch samajh me hi nahi aata. I taught them that down triangle into E ij equal to d into b upon d into t. But you see, Makshwell waj a fool. d aur d canchel nahi ho jayega kya?" Mota Beta at once felt really pity on the poor children. But with multi-talented Pappi, they couldn't expect anything better. "Are you alone? No one came to drop you?"Mota asked to change the subject. "Kyon Bhai?" and she gave a V-shaped smile. Mota at once realized that he had asked the wrong question to the wrong person, but it was too late. She had got the chance to blabber and she wasn't going to give it away. She continued, "Kyon Bhai? Akele wala aspect hai kya? Sharma ji aye hain na." (Sharma was her husband's surname.) "O.K. Sir has also come," he spoke more to him than to her. "Kaun Sir? Main to mere driver ka aspect bata rahi thi. Mujhe raat ko wahi chhodta hai." [:D] Mota was about to pull his hair off. "Baal ka enveeranment kharab hai kya? Leech wala aaspect hai? Hummmm!!" she once again proved that she was an IIT prof.
Mota wasn't willing to continue any further dishcushuns, i mean discussions and so he signalled her that he was going to toilet with his little finger. "Haan bhai. Jaldi aana."
"Actually Madam, I am going to fresh up," and he lifted his second finger as well. "Kam khaya karo," she announced with her expert knowledge. Mota went to toilet that too on some other platform taking his luggage with him and sat in for fifteen minutes hoping she would leave by then. He finally came out, held back his luggage and came back to his original platform. She was still standing there. "Haan bhai, aa gaye!!" she exclaimed. Just then a train came blowing up its whistle and Mota at once felt relieved that now he could sit in the train and would not have to listen to her. He held up his luggage and jumped inside the train.
"S4 seat 28....yeah there it is," he made out to his seat. "Haan bhai ye bag seat ke neeche rakh do," he heard the voice. He raised his eyes to discover Sharma Ji putting the bag under the berth. "Madam ji ka dhyan rakhna, unka ye opposite berth hai," Sharma Ji told and left......... leaving Mota and the train, both crying out at the same time............................

Tests ...Time and again...

No, I am not talking about the mid sems or end sems here... Rather, I am talking about life and the tests it offers us.. yes 'Kasauti Zindagi ki' and each time u ought to prove your worth.
You achieve something, u hear "You are lucky"....
You innovate something, u receive " God really favours you a lot."
Why doesn't it occur to them that its not your luck but your talent, its not the God, but your work too...
Creditability would be hardly offered to you lest you brag about it...
Does that mean you must keep reminding your worth time and again?
I guess that's how it goes...
U either need to get out of other wild animals and only then will other creatures realize you as the Royal Lion. But how???
While you are with them sometimes you'll suppress your talent and try to show it in some other field so that no one says you are a copycat.. Coz even if u excel in the field, people would rather credit the initiator than you for your success .....
But I believe you are pulled down for anything you do...and if it is the case then there is no point in suppressing yourself for other's initiation.
Iff you are able to convince them that its your talent, not your luck, its your skill and not your fate, its your determination and not god's interference, then your worth is justified....!!!!

MoMeNtS...the silent memorandum

Moments, not for capturing but for remembering, for propagating.............
Moments, that you witness once in a lifetime...moments which on sharing touches your heart and hits a music of its own your chords....
Yes, they can be emotional, sweet or sour.....
But what I am going to narrate is the sweetest moment of someone's life....
A moment which neither she would forget nor her mother.
Its about a four year old girl. Her mother was doing B.A. from some college and so was unable to look after her, as her father used to work for the whole day....so she kept her daughter at her mama's house. For one whole month the girl lived there. She did as directed, didn't disturb anyone, nor did she ask anyone why was she left here, or questioned about her parents. Yes, the girl never smiled nor laughed....she was in kg1 and used to go to school with her cousins in a rickshaw and come back with them. One day when she got down from her rickshaw and turned to her house, she started laughing like some mad person.....laughed, laughed, laughed and laughed for minutes non-stop. She brought her hands to her mouth, but was still laughing; sat down at the place where she was standing, in middle of the road. Everyone that was passing by stopped to see what had happened. The girl seemed to loose her control. Why was she laughing so much???
Well, she had seen her mother standing at the door. The mother almost in tears, couldn't control her. Her voice had choked. She was even unable to call out the name of her daughter, her legs seemed to have frozen. But she almost ran to her daughter and hugged her the tightest she could.

Was this a very big incident??? No, it may not be the most fascinating thing you would read but it was the most precious moment that the mother and the girl shared together, something they would never ever forget, something that they would cherish forever.....
Its very rare that you find such moments......So relish them if you find one...

The Three Mistrains Of My Life.

Date- 26th september 2008

We were to leave for rendezvous, cultural fest of IITD today's evening by some Delhi Express. It was Aks's practical from 3-5 because of which I was unable to leave before 5 from saharanpur. I managed to complete my prac before time and we (7 of us and 1 junior) decided to leave. We had two choices. Either we choose the passenger from Sahranpur station which would have reached by 2, or we could take the express from Tapri station (a station about 20 minutes from our campus) which would have reached Delhi by 11. This train was to depart from the station at 5-35 for Delhi. We were all crossing our fingers and praying that we reach in time. Just when our auto was to cross the railway line, the stopping bar came down indicating that a train will pass. We felt deeply stirred and hoped it wasn't the same train we were to board.
The train passed by with great agility rendering it difficult for us to make out its name. Just a huge black pillar which was on the other side of the line was vaguely visible from in between the passing boggies. Our auto finally crossed the line and we eventually reached the station. All of us ran to the platform hoping that our train hadn't left by then. It was 5-45 on the watch.
TRAGEDY STRIKES!!!!!!
No!! No!! Those of you who are thinking we missed the train are terribly wrong. In fact we were now missing the train. Didn't understand?? Well, perhaps god did summation of our prayers and granted our wish. We were praying that our train should be late by 15 min. and dear god made it late by 150 min. What to do now? Waiting 2 n half hr. here on the platform meant we would reach Delhi by 1. It was better that we leave by some different means.
We thought of taking the auto and going to Saharanpur station but it would have cost us much. Just then a passanger express arrived which was going to Saharanpur. We got in it and the train took us to Saharanpur station in about 15 min. Getting down at SRE staion, some of us were arguing to go by bus while some were adamant to go by train. However as we got down, we saw a passenger train standing on the very next platform. We all took our bags and ran towards the trrain, so that we won't miss it. Two of us, (Tyagi and Pandu) ran to buy tickets for all of us while we reserved seats for them. Soon they came back. Suman wished to buy something to eat, i guess Bourbon biscuits and so I and Tyagi got down only to discover it wasn't available on platform. The train blew horn and so we got back in the train. The train started slowly and covered up a little distance and halted. Then again in a few minutes it started, this time at a decent speed (finally). "Look that huge black pillar seems quite familiar, doesn't it?" We all peeped through the window. Oh! It was the very same pillar, it meant...it meant...our train had reached TAPRI station again. Jerk! It stopped again. We were feeling as if harshly screwed by the Indian Railways. Twenty minutes or more it stood dumbly on the platform with no vendor on it. We were almost stamping but our force wasn't sufficient to make the train move. I cursed why wasn't I like HULK. But then I remembered we were going for cultural festival and realized that it was good that I was not like him.
The train eventually decided to move and analogous to the cows which move on the street this train started moving on its track. Two-Three hours more perhaps and we reached Meerut. Tyagi got down to buy something and found out that there was some express standing right in the front. We all took our bags on this auspicious news as we ourselves were fed up with this passenger. Although it was raining but still we ran even on the muddy platform to catch the express because unlike our train the express wouldn't have waited this long. Happily I looked back at our passenger and then to the express to discover it was the very same Delhi Express we did not board this evening!!!! Gash! I felt a sunken feeling but to catch the train was our main priority. We found a general boggie. Varun jumped in. Suman and Shankar joined him. I followed thereafter and so did Pranav and Nakul. Barely could we find some space in the boggie.
TRAGEDY STRIKES!!!
There was no space for Tyagi to jump in and so he ran towards the next door. We, already inside could barely see outside with loads of people stuffed on us like tomato slices in the sandwich. The train started moving and unlike the passenger it started moving at an admirable speed. But this wasn't the time for admiration. In about 20 min. the train halted at the next station. "Shankar" a voice came from outside. It was Tyagi. He had managed to bribe the TT and get seats in the reservation boggie. Perhaps the TT would have thought that two or three students would come and thus took 150, however we were 7 in all.
Until Ghaziabad it was no problem at all. But then the TT said that we must get down unless we wish to face flying squad or pay fine. It wasn't possible to find space for all of us in the general boggie and so we got into a local train. Now this train was another antique. Full on rust and dis coating on its paint, it could barely be called train from inside. The train demonstrated some more properties of its shortly. It did not move for almost half an hour rendering us annoyed. Then it started and halted at each station. Now, this was something obvious from a local train, but for us who were already frustrated by the a+ journey were reluctant to be gifted with more of this. However the train finally reached New Delhi. We took an auto and reached the campus by around 2. The fest may not be that memorable but the journey indeed served this purpose. Hope the reader may also get an opportunity to have a memorable journey like this...

Pup the 'P'

Yes, this is gonna be the most horrifying blog u wud ever read....Yes, as I said this one wud make you shiver (even if not in fear)....

The incidents here are purely real. Resemblance of any event, dead or real to anyone is not coincidental but factual. I'd not be responsible if anyone sentiments are hurt.

It was just another horrifying day (as any day if u r in her class u'd feel horrifying) when puppy started another of her incomparable performances (no she's no dancer, i wonder how would she seem doing that..imagine puppy doing bharatnatyam....no no..she's a lecturer...she has done phd on something you'll soon figure out..

"Enveeraanment!" she exclaimed "Today we are going to dishcush on waatar pollujun," she continued, "The aaspect of waater pollujun," and all of a sudden she caught a glimpse of Y-ji, who was busy sleeping in her class. "Haaan bhaai Y. Aap claas me he naa?" Y looked up from his bench cleaning his spectacles and brushing his eyes. "Yes madam," he replied.
"Jab aap claas me ho to yaad rakho tum mere liye. Hummmm!! Main tumhare liye. Hummmm! Aur hum dono ke beech koi teesra nahi aana chahiye," she declared with a sense of pride.
Mota beta who was unable to follow what she said due to linguistic problem understood she meant something serious.
The following night Mota beta explained to haddus (who also couldn't follow her dialogue) what actually puppy meant to say. He told " She told Y ji that when you are in class, you see mine. Hummmm. I'll see yours Hummmmm and no one else should see ours." [:D]

Well this is not the only thing she did that horrified us. In one of her another usual lectues, she found T-fairy( a student) sleeping on her opened book. And do u know what she said???

"Haan bhai _____ ab tak to aap khol ke baith gayi hongi."


I know you want to know more but actually if we start describing this creature our campus magzine will fall short of pages. It will lose its balance. Speaking of balance I remember once she was explaining how balance is maintained in nature. Can you imagine how the 'balance in nature' is maintained??
If you are thinking of some crap definitions like it is the balance in atmosphere or something or if u r thinking that it is the balance between O2 and CO2 let me tell you are talking all bullshit.
These are all book-worms definitions something u cram and vomit in exams but the definition vomited by her was something no one would have ever tried to cram.
Guessing???
She declared it in the technical form as she always does, (after all she has done phd). She said, "The balance should be maintained in a balanced manner."

I knew you'd be horrified after this. After all you would have never learnt this definition in some ordinary engineering college.

Well enough of this for now, I know you are stamping on ur feet but cant help. Creatues are like this were once believed to be cryptids (for those who don;t know, cryptids are creatures whose existence remain a question like vampires, mermaids etc.) but recently we discovered one and so we hope the horror continues......

The three questions

(The story is of the time when people hardly used to have telephones and communicated via writing letters)

It was one of the the darkest nights no moon was there up on the sky.

Mr. Mark was standing along with his friend, Paul as the gypsy took them in his room.

The room with the only source of light as a few candles, sacrificing their wax to illuminate the room.

"Here, sit over here. So you want to see ghosts eh?" the gypsy said with all the hoarsness his voice could bear. He began chanting some verses as the candles blew off one by one on their own except one which was just in front of the gypsy. "I'll answer any three of your questions, "a voice said from gypsy's body; a voice which was completlely unmatching of that of the gypsy's.

Mr. Mark had little faith on exorcism and was obviously not convinced that there was some spirit inside the gypsy speaking all this. "Umm..ok tell me what's my birthdate?" "15th March," the voice replied. Mark almost smiled on the answer, "So you collected pretty much information about me beforehand, didn't you? Guess you do your homework well." The voice gave out a shrill laugh at this reply. "Ok, reply me one more question. We have our relatives at Orlando who used to write us every two weeks but we didn't had a response since last month. What's the cause for this?" Mark asked. "Their son is suffering from a fatal disease and they are trying to figure out the disease. Because of his unhealthy condition they remain concerned for him and were unable to write you." "Huh! uh..tell me when am I going to die?" Mark said with a feeling of pride that this question would definitely remain unanswered. "On the day you receive the letter 21st july night 9 hours 16 minutes." The gypsy's torso shook as if shivering intensely and eventually stopped. "Did you get answers to your question?" the gypsy asked in his normal tone. "All fake! Rubbish! Bullshit!!! I'm gonna die in a week?? Huh! You have opened a buisness to fool and rob people," Mark almost screamed out throwing the gypsy's charge on his face as he walked out.

21st july- "We have a letter," Mark's wife exclaimed as she brought the letter, "It's from Sawyer, the one from Orlando, you know na. Here read this aloud, so that I would understand the content," she continued handling the letter to Mark.

"We feel sorry that w couldn't inform you about Steven. He is very sick and perhaps counting his last breaths. He wants to meet you all for one last time." Mark read aloud. He skipped a heartbeat as he did so. His hand trembled as the letter fell down from his hand. Sweat started to cover up his forehead and his heart began throbbing faster. He somehow managed to sit on his chair. "W..Wa..Water", he demanded, his voice almost choking.
His wife ran inside and brought a glass of water. She believed that it was the news which was showing this effect but the real reason was in Mark's mind. Still unable to recollect himself thoughts started creeping in his mind, 'I'm gonna die.' He wanted to speak this out to his wife but his tongue seemed to have been frozen. His wife continued to fan him and shouted to her son to call on the doctor.
He was carried to the hospital . Somehow trying to gather himself he told the entire incident to her. "This is a mere coincidence. Nothing's going to happen to you," she tried to assure him but in vain. He soon lost his consciousness. Doctors took the lady out and began doing some check-ups on Mark.

9:14p.m. - "We are happy to tell you Mrs. Mark he has regained his consciousness. You can meet him now. His heartbeat is back to normal." The doctors led Mark's wife in. "See you are perfectly fine. I told you so," his wife said. "What's the time?" he queried. "It's 9..oh what why are you? Oh! Doctor please see, Doctor! Doctor!!!" she shouted.