One last time.... One last time

Missing college days…..and found this piece of writing. It touched my heart….

I walked with my best friends across the campus......... towards my class... my final year engineering class. The hour hand at the watch said ... it was ten minutes past 5.... and there was not even a single trace of any life in the college........ except for we three.... me and my best pals ........... Another ten steps.. and there was our class with the doors shut... !!! we were on the third floor... and the sun setting down in the valley with its orange rays was creating a magical scene. Had a wish that the time stops at that very moment... but it never happens... the seconds hand ticked heavily..... and we opened the doors of the class for one last time................... Wished i cud ask my teacher..."May i come in.... " and wanted to hear her shout.... "You late again... no attendance..." but there was no one there... just empty desks.. and we three.... looking at the walls.... and the desks.. all empty... with quotes we wrote ... and the raised platform .. where the torture classes were held... and the last benches.. where we had fun.... laughed .... kicked out.... hiding from the teachers... pleading for attendence............ million memories rolled like a muvee into our minds... and there was complete silence for a moment.. and we smiled ... laughed!!!!! Walked like heros from the medivial times.... jumped over the benches... had a look at the bench .. where the so called babes of our class used to sit.... hehehe... babes in engineering.... a dream in itself... (no offenses to any babes)... .. drifted to our place... ... sat there..... side seats... didn't feel like the last day .... dont remember how we met .... how we came to such a stage... feels like i know my friends from ages... feel like as if i was born in this college..... feel like i was always here... The entire class was still there alive.... the last benchers sleeping.......... the gals chatting amongst themselves........... the teacher in her own world...... ravi sitting besides me .... cribbing about something .... dilip sitting on first bench taking down notes.... and Abhi smiling at the babes.... Rakesh ... trying talking to the gals... and we laughing about something of the other..... me occasionally scribbling something on my notepad............ making some sketches.. or bullshit poetry ............ Ahh.. Sita asking me to look outside... for some babes from bio-med ... standing there....... and i without even a word...looked outside.. it was an unsaid communication.... chandu pinged me... and i, with the same enthu... looked outside... but today there wasnt anybody there................ just the deserted corridor.......... and i cud see the mechanical department at the end... no one there.................. looked back..... but there was ashish .. in his dream world.... not scribbling anything in his notebook... not laughing this time.... not sayin anything this time........... just sitting there.. and there was tarun... and there was me ....."roll number 23.......... ""roll number 23............ Varun.... u sleeping again........ ""Ok fine............. roll number 24""....................... hey .. present ma'm............ ""you sleep dear...!!! no attendence for you................." No attendence.... the class has ended... and my friends... chatting and laughing .... going for a chai... aur a samossa..... aur a lemon juice... and we sat there ..... sat there all alone ......... closed our eyes, for the entire world outside the walls of the campus was calling us..............Wanted to attend one last lecture........ but this time there was no one to take that last lecture..............and there was that door... open... and we wished all the time .. to run away .... to bunk.. but this time it wasnt..... one last time.... one last time............ attended the class.... with no one.. just we three...

Massacre by Mafioso - At the Heart of Hindustan

The well co-ordinated terrorist attack, clumsy attempts by myriad agencies to take credit for valiantly executed operations, jejune statements by pompous politicians and the helpless sense of insecurity gripping the public intellect racked the largest democracy on 26/11 and the days that followed. For more than 60 hours, debilitate democratic infrastructure danced on the tunes played by meager terrorists masterminded from across the border. The devil played havoc with each & every, poor & rich , men & women, common & army men. The 9/11 like effect was imposed by not only hijacking some hundred hostages at iconic hospitality brands but also hijacking the media from across the globe and hijacking people's mindset filling it with fright. The smart, cosmopolitan, fluent English speaking young terrorists were not only equipped with AK-47s , Chinese Hand-Grenades but also with pathetic and wretch media coverage and goofy central and state politicians.

Misinformed media coverage gave dramatic stories to a credulous audience. One example of unverified reporting was the news about second gun firing at CST on Friday around 2 p.m. For half an hour all media channels were airing the hearsay news about another round of gun fire followed by gainsay police statement clearing the air off the actual situation. The scare sagacity was shown, by airing the real time operations of the commandos, giving helping hand to the terrorist understand each and every move of our security forces. The height of dimwit was reached when handicapped state of Marcos(Marine Commando), without blue print of hotel building, shown bare open making our preparedness for terror-fighting a laugh.
Our politicians as always fiddle as innocence die. The promises of being well prepared are sung as the old melodies. But who will make them understand that enough is enough, happened years ago.

No Arcehole Please !!!!

" Whenever I encounter a mean-spirited person, the first thing that hit my mind is " Wow, What an Asshole! " thats how Robert Sutton starts his amusing management book tittled " NO ASSHOLE RULE " and this piece of writing is completely inspired by the book and the desire to share my experiences working with Asia's largest software firm.This article would show you my experiences with such "Arceholes " in and around my workplaces.You may call such people bullies,creeps,jerks,weasels,dolts,blockheads,dunderheads or simply idiots but for me at least "Arcehole" captures the frustration and disappointments of everyone of us encountering such a mean personality.I bet you would also feel so,especially being in the situation I am about to depict.

I was flung far down south in Coimbatore, TamilNadu for initial training.My first encounter with persistently nasty and destructive jerk was my HR head, "RadheKrishna" (Name changed to protect innocent and guilty !!!).He was a villain of the Coimbatore. On the very first day he came to our class with some important but funny topics to discuss. He came into the class like a wind storm,rushing towards the table,frightening the fresh college cluster as if ' Ashrani-the famous jailer from legendary Sholey,' saying " Angrezo ke Zamane ke Jailer hai hum ".Wagging his head, with his finger plugged in the ear as if eardrum of grubby ear is being moved manually,he used to start his conversation on harsh and rude pitch.While talking to us his mobile inevitably start yelling and this moment shows his Arcehole characteristics. While talking on phone with someone he makes us express our point. Feeling quite disgusted we dry up expressing and then he starts giving us lectures on how to be expressive,extrovert.He was a Certified Arcehole.The certified status can be availed only when the person display a persistent pattern,to have a history of episodes that end with one 'target' after another feeling belittled ,put down, humiliated, disrespected, oppressed, de-energized and generally worse about themselves.

For the second phase of the training I came to Mumbai where i met with yet another Arcehole, she was my training coordinator, Ms.Singh, A moaning Myrtle of Harry-Potter series.She was such a grief personality that even moaning Myrtle would laugh on her.Nobody in the whole office was fortunate enough to see her happy .

After the completion of my training I met another blue and crude personality. She was my RMG - A person looking after the allocations of the project to unallocated persons.Her Arcehole characteristics unearthed when I talked to her for the first time.I called her requesting her cubicle address said," I am a fresh trainee and am suppose to report you as you are the concern RMG." Her reply stunned me, she replied ungraciously " Then Report to my desk, why do you call me ??? ".I have never expected such an ill-mannered,uncouth reply from a person dealing with Human Resource Management.From that day onward I have been reporting her everyday and our conversation ends within exchange of mare 6 words.
"ANY UPDATES? " I always asks her."NO UPDATES." her rude reply end with exchange of these 4 words.
"SO ? " would be my next question and " GO. " used to be the 6th word of our exchange from her side.Thats how we usually talk. So crisp and clear.

For last 3 month being in the leading company of the industry,I met with lot many people and a few Arcehole. Reading this,I bet you must also be thinking about the Arcehole you last met.Such a horrified effect on one's innocent mind made me write this article on "Certified Arceholes".