Indian women are a source of inspiration for the citizens of every country around the world. They are Modern, Determined, Powerful, Responsible, Hard-working and above all beautiful. The admirations and praises are too much to be expressed in words, they are simply sublime. One or the other thing urges people to be inquisitive about Indian women. Not only is she Strong and Hard-working but also caring and loving. She is a great manager in the form of mother, daughter, sister, and wife. Today we often see women getting up close with the society and taking decisions that some years back were taken by men. Women empowerment has grown so quickly that today’s woman is independent, smart and more efficient than men.
What makes them stronger is their ability and strong will to compete with their counterpart which makes them stand out in the crowd. Women are inspiring, for there was a time when women in India were treated like slaves and tortured like anything but now they have realised their value in the society and have a reason to stand for their rights.
What would men do if there were no Women??
That brings me to the sad part of the topic that
Is Indian Woman really happy??
What’s Beyond the Truth??
We read every now and then about how women have gained status and how they have changed their life from miserable to worth living. But do we realise that those women who have gained status are not even half a percent of total women population of the country. We fail to understand that there are still women who live in agonies, who commits suicide and who are foisted upon to do things they don’t want to. What enthralls me is that we celebrate the success of those 1000 women and in that intoxication of the success we actually forget that the women still need to be attended and there are needs that are to be fulfilled for the fairer sex.
A girl who wants to study for her betterment is not allowed to pursue higher studies. At first, she listens to her family, compromises and believes that there will be a time when she will be allowed to do things.
After when she is married, she listens to her husband and the agony continues. All this suffering results in silence or suicide.
We really need to unite against the pain, which is being caused to her since ages and even now, for she compliments the country, makes it beautiful and brings the best out of a man.
They say, ‘Behind every successful man, there is a woman’s hand.’
If this is believed to be true, then how can we give pain to someone who makes our lives better? We need to realise the tenderness of time. It’s like an egg-shell, which if broken will kill the chicken inside it and spill the yolk. The chicken happens to be a life, which is the life of the country, Women and the egg is the country, if broken the country will be doomed. It is very important for the egg to incubate otherwise we would kill the life inside it and perhaps the country.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
A tryst with GOD ...
I live in a place where God is very close to me in different embodiments. I have a Temple, a Mosque and a Gurdwara along with my house aimlessly projected right in the center of all three. My appetite for movies keeps me waking up till late at night, almost all night infact. This is what an unemployable status does to you. It turns you into a nocturnal, makes you eat a lot of chocolate and write shitty blogs. And so, here I am whining about my unemployability in every possible way that I can. But the message that I want to convey is somewhat different and doesn't concerns with my employability.
As the minutes pass by and the time gets closer, I know that in no matter of time i'll be hearing the prayers from Gurdwara. They start singing orisons early in the morning or as you may say late at night at 3 A.M, everyday with their loudspeakers on full volume. I think the purpose behind keeping the volume high is to make the sound be able to reach most of the Sikhs living nearby or may be they just want to prove that they can be louder than death metal rock. At 5 A.M, the Namaz is recited in the mosque. It was a coincidence that I went out of my room to the other room which is at rest, yes the Restroom, at 5 A.M exact. What actually happened was simply magnanimous and astounding. At first, I heard some mixed up sounds and voices as if someone has put two voices in a mixer and pushed the button. Basically two modulated voices and it was the first time in my four years of engineering that I understood the concept of modulation. Few seconds later I heard two distinct and very clear sounds that were irrevocably sweet and pure. I could hear both Namaz and the Orisons from Gurdwara loud and clear. Each and every word spelt was as clear as the lake water. I was mesmerized at the beauty of God's power, his great creativity that is reflected in each and every iota of this universe. The experience, nerve impulsing and pure. It was surreal. I was spell bound with god's magic and life meant trivial to me. Those five minutes were real and the world stood right in front of my eyes, rather ears.
I always say and have believed that life is simple, it's us who make our lives complicated. Our senses completely rule our body and it is our mind along with the senses that causes our actions. It can be easily understood by the theory of cause and effect. We perceive things in a negative way which is caused by our brain and senses, and we are indebted to our misery. And our actions are the consequences to our misery, which might not be the case every time. It's our dependency how we choose to see things, whether complicated or simple. It depends on us how we perceive things and make our life simpler. We should always try to conceive things in the simplest way we can and our miseries will run far away from us. Our purpose of life should be to make it simple for life is too short to be sad and nature is a great teacher.
As the minutes pass by and the time gets closer, I know that in no matter of time i'll be hearing the prayers from Gurdwara. They start singing orisons early in the morning or as you may say late at night at 3 A.M, everyday with their loudspeakers on full volume. I think the purpose behind keeping the volume high is to make the sound be able to reach most of the Sikhs living nearby or may be they just want to prove that they can be louder than death metal rock. At 5 A.M, the Namaz is recited in the mosque. It was a coincidence that I went out of my room to the other room which is at rest, yes the Restroom, at 5 A.M exact. What actually happened was simply magnanimous and astounding. At first, I heard some mixed up sounds and voices as if someone has put two voices in a mixer and pushed the button. Basically two modulated voices and it was the first time in my four years of engineering that I understood the concept of modulation. Few seconds later I heard two distinct and very clear sounds that were irrevocably sweet and pure. I could hear both Namaz and the Orisons from Gurdwara loud and clear. Each and every word spelt was as clear as the lake water. I was mesmerized at the beauty of God's power, his great creativity that is reflected in each and every iota of this universe. The experience, nerve impulsing and pure. It was surreal. I was spell bound with god's magic and life meant trivial to me. Those five minutes were real and the world stood right in front of my eyes, rather ears.
I always say and have believed that life is simple, it's us who make our lives complicated. Our senses completely rule our body and it is our mind along with the senses that causes our actions. It can be easily understood by the theory of cause and effect. We perceive things in a negative way which is caused by our brain and senses, and we are indebted to our misery. And our actions are the consequences to our misery, which might not be the case every time. It's our dependency how we choose to see things, whether complicated or simple. It depends on us how we perceive things and make our life simpler. We should always try to conceive things in the simplest way we can and our miseries will run far away from us. Our purpose of life should be to make it simple for life is too short to be sad and nature is a great teacher.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Valentino Death
You must be wondering why such a horrid title on such an exquisite day, a day when all the people around the world are celebrating love, sharing it and spreading it all over.
My name is Bill and it started about three and a half years ago. Yes, I fell in love too, three and a half years in the past from now. There was this girl named Tashi (it’s a combination of her two different names).
Falling in love with her was a strange coincidence. Love is indeed strange. The first time I met her was at her place with my friends. I had been to VaishnoDevi and she had asked me for offerings to god. I did exactly the same and went to her place to give her the prasad. When she came out, I was mesmerized with her beauty. Her hair was unbraided and to me she seemed like a mermaid in her yellow top. On my way to college, my friends kept on asking about her. I hushed them.
Things just fell in place then and in a knack of time of knowing each other we were together in a relationship. She was my first love and the feeling, Surreal. The strangest and the coolest thing in our relationship was that we never dated out, except for a couple of times. I always used to visit her place and meet her there itself. I was happy that I could see her so I didn't mind it at all. Since she was studying in an engineering college outside the city, I used to visit her place only when she was in town.
One fine day she complained to me, "You never give me flowers?"
A few days later when I met her I gave her a bunch of roses. She was exulted and I was happy to see her beaming.
We went through such wonderful experiences in life. I went out of touch with my friends, not because I didn't want to talk to them but since I was glued to the fact that Tashi was the most amazing part of my life. I was so lost in the awe of her presence that I lost touch with all my friends. Life was on a roller-coaster ride and months lapsed. Not every couple is perfect and so weren't Tashi and I. We started on fighting, from petty issues to bigger ones. I never imagined that she would leave me, for I believed so much in her love that it never did let me, even to think about us falling apart. We went through breakups umpteen number of times but I always knew that we wouldn't stay apart for long. We always used to fight, stopped talking to each other and eventually after a few days of discontent, were together again. This brought me even more closely to her and made my love for her even stronger. I got addicted to Tashi and by now she was my drug.
A year had passed; my university exams approached and shook me from Tashi's exotic fragrance and the most pious feeling of love. But it wasn't enough; I appeared in the examination with least preparation. I was immature, stupe and in love. I was in Delhi when my results were about to be declared. Even Tashi and I were going through a rough patch. I had been to Delhi to redeem a gift that my sister had won in an MTV contest, a fully paid trip to Dhanaulti, a place near Hrishikesh. On the eve of the start of my trip, my results were declared and eventually I flunked. I was broken, discouraged. I immediately called up my dad to tell him what blunder I had committed. Instead of scolding me, he told me not to worry about it and rather asked me if I still wanted to carry on with the trip. I could not; I just could not, I knew I didn't deserve it, so I dropped the plan. The second call that I made was to Tashi, for she was the most important person in my life after my family. I told her that I could not clear the examinations. At first, she couldn't believe me but my damped voice assured her of the fact. She reminded me that she had already warned me about it, and then she asked for my plans. I didn't have any clue as I did not know. After talking to her for another two minutes I hung up the phone. I couldn't look into my sister's eyes.
One day later I decided to come back to Lucknow. I told my sister that I would catch a train from New Delhi station, but went to Ghaziabad since Tashi's college was close to the city. I went straight up to her; due to depression I had already caught fever and was being asphyxiated. She took me to the coffee bar and I got a cup of coffee there but couldn't drink it. She told me she would not talk to me for next six months. I ascertained her that what had happened will not happen in the future. But I guess she had already decided. A few days hence after I reached Lucknow, Tashi broke up with me. I broke apart, wanting to cry but was deprived of tears and in pain. For next fifteen days I was in bed, down with fever. I had gained a feeling that this was for real but still I didn't give up pleasing her. Again and Again, I tried to convince her to come back to me, but fate had ordained and her will prevailed. My mermaid left me and went back into the sea.
I kept on looking for one way or the other to get her back. I bought her gifts (which I never did before) and when I did that, she questioned me
"Why now? You never gave me gifts when we were together."
"I never thought you would leave. I have spent all the money that I had, Please come back." I looked at her expecting her to forgive me.
She took my gifts but didn't accede to get back in a relationship with me. I couldn't help thinking about her. Months later I came to know that she is in a relationship with some Punjabi boy in her college whom, her classmates believed looked like me. I felt betrayed and cheated. I said all the mean and horrendous things to her that I could. Certain horrid things, which could make anyone, feel disgusted. I went through the trauma and succumbed myself into studies. I scored 15% more than my last year's percentage. My family was happy about it, especially Dad.
I decided to move on in life then. By fall of next year I met another girl in my college. She was going through the same phase that I had already been through a year ago. We went into a relationship but I couldn't give my love to her. It was due to her that I could understand Tashi now. I decided to be friends with Tashi and contacted her. Besides, I left the other girl in my college broken apart and I feel sorry for what I did to her.
It is me now after going through so much and doing all the good and bad things together, sitting here in my room and enjoying my singleness. I just wished Tashi a "HAPPY VALENTINE's DAY" and she told me how she relished the valentine's eve with the love of her life. I'm happy to see her happy in whatever way she is and delighted to know that she still has someone to give her love to.
For me, this is the Death of Valentine as I'm sitting here all alone with no date for today. Just to mention,
I am alone but not lonely.
P.S. I LOVE YOU :-)
P.S. Sorry for the long post, I just kept on writing and didn't realize it.
My name is Bill and it started about three and a half years ago. Yes, I fell in love too, three and a half years in the past from now. There was this girl named Tashi (it’s a combination of her two different names).
Falling in love with her was a strange coincidence. Love is indeed strange. The first time I met her was at her place with my friends. I had been to VaishnoDevi and she had asked me for offerings to god. I did exactly the same and went to her place to give her the prasad. When she came out, I was mesmerized with her beauty. Her hair was unbraided and to me she seemed like a mermaid in her yellow top. On my way to college, my friends kept on asking about her. I hushed them.
Things just fell in place then and in a knack of time of knowing each other we were together in a relationship. She was my first love and the feeling, Surreal. The strangest and the coolest thing in our relationship was that we never dated out, except for a couple of times. I always used to visit her place and meet her there itself. I was happy that I could see her so I didn't mind it at all. Since she was studying in an engineering college outside the city, I used to visit her place only when she was in town.
One fine day she complained to me, "You never give me flowers?"
A few days later when I met her I gave her a bunch of roses. She was exulted and I was happy to see her beaming.
We went through such wonderful experiences in life. I went out of touch with my friends, not because I didn't want to talk to them but since I was glued to the fact that Tashi was the most amazing part of my life. I was so lost in the awe of her presence that I lost touch with all my friends. Life was on a roller-coaster ride and months lapsed. Not every couple is perfect and so weren't Tashi and I. We started on fighting, from petty issues to bigger ones. I never imagined that she would leave me, for I believed so much in her love that it never did let me, even to think about us falling apart. We went through breakups umpteen number of times but I always knew that we wouldn't stay apart for long. We always used to fight, stopped talking to each other and eventually after a few days of discontent, were together again. This brought me even more closely to her and made my love for her even stronger. I got addicted to Tashi and by now she was my drug.
A year had passed; my university exams approached and shook me from Tashi's exotic fragrance and the most pious feeling of love. But it wasn't enough; I appeared in the examination with least preparation. I was immature, stupe and in love. I was in Delhi when my results were about to be declared. Even Tashi and I were going through a rough patch. I had been to Delhi to redeem a gift that my sister had won in an MTV contest, a fully paid trip to Dhanaulti, a place near Hrishikesh. On the eve of the start of my trip, my results were declared and eventually I flunked. I was broken, discouraged. I immediately called up my dad to tell him what blunder I had committed. Instead of scolding me, he told me not to worry about it and rather asked me if I still wanted to carry on with the trip. I could not; I just could not, I knew I didn't deserve it, so I dropped the plan. The second call that I made was to Tashi, for she was the most important person in my life after my family. I told her that I could not clear the examinations. At first, she couldn't believe me but my damped voice assured her of the fact. She reminded me that she had already warned me about it, and then she asked for my plans. I didn't have any clue as I did not know. After talking to her for another two minutes I hung up the phone. I couldn't look into my sister's eyes.
One day later I decided to come back to Lucknow. I told my sister that I would catch a train from New Delhi station, but went to Ghaziabad since Tashi's college was close to the city. I went straight up to her; due to depression I had already caught fever and was being asphyxiated. She took me to the coffee bar and I got a cup of coffee there but couldn't drink it. She told me she would not talk to me for next six months. I ascertained her that what had happened will not happen in the future. But I guess she had already decided. A few days hence after I reached Lucknow, Tashi broke up with me. I broke apart, wanting to cry but was deprived of tears and in pain. For next fifteen days I was in bed, down with fever. I had gained a feeling that this was for real but still I didn't give up pleasing her. Again and Again, I tried to convince her to come back to me, but fate had ordained and her will prevailed. My mermaid left me and went back into the sea.
I kept on looking for one way or the other to get her back. I bought her gifts (which I never did before) and when I did that, she questioned me
"Why now? You never gave me gifts when we were together."
"I never thought you would leave. I have spent all the money that I had, Please come back." I looked at her expecting her to forgive me.
She took my gifts but didn't accede to get back in a relationship with me. I couldn't help thinking about her. Months later I came to know that she is in a relationship with some Punjabi boy in her college whom, her classmates believed looked like me. I felt betrayed and cheated. I said all the mean and horrendous things to her that I could. Certain horrid things, which could make anyone, feel disgusted. I went through the trauma and succumbed myself into studies. I scored 15% more than my last year's percentage. My family was happy about it, especially Dad.
I decided to move on in life then. By fall of next year I met another girl in my college. She was going through the same phase that I had already been through a year ago. We went into a relationship but I couldn't give my love to her. It was due to her that I could understand Tashi now. I decided to be friends with Tashi and contacted her. Besides, I left the other girl in my college broken apart and I feel sorry for what I did to her.
It is me now after going through so much and doing all the good and bad things together, sitting here in my room and enjoying my singleness. I just wished Tashi a "HAPPY VALENTINE's DAY" and she told me how she relished the valentine's eve with the love of her life. I'm happy to see her happy in whatever way she is and delighted to know that she still has someone to give her love to.
For me, this is the Death of Valentine as I'm sitting here all alone with no date for today. Just to mention,
I am alone but not lonely.
P.S. I LOVE YOU :-)
P.S. Sorry for the long post, I just kept on writing and didn't realize it.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Pinku and his Siblings (Monkey's Play)
When the hands of the clock struck 3 in the gleaming sun on an appealing day of April, three prankish monkeys decided to flirt with my neighbours, The Dhobi's. I named them Pinku, Naanu and Sonia not because I am quite fond of naming some random monkeys but since these name belonged to the children of my prerogative neighbour.
So all the three primates conspired against my good neighbours and since the Dhobi's lived on the first floor, they were the easy target. There laid a bed in the porch of Dhobi's where a packet of peas was lying. Pinku, Naanu and Sonia drooled over the pack of the peas. So they plotted the captivition of the peas.
Pinku took the charge of the situation and ordered Naanu to hop onto the balcony grill. Naanu quickly followed the order. One thing that was to be noticed that none of my Dhobi neighbour were in the porch, I guess everyone was on a prowl. Anyways, so by this time Pinku and Sonia went upto the pack of peas and opened it very carefully. Suddenly Pinku noticed that I was watching them from my rooftop. I smiled at Pinku and for a moment I felt he smiled back at me. He jumped in joy as if he got my approval to snitch the peas.
I continued to watch their act closely. Once Pinku and Sonia got hold of the peas, they were exuberated and jumped with joy. Naanu derailed from the balcony and ran upto his brother and sister to enjoy their newly succceeded meal. But this wasn't all, Pinku and his siblings had just started to enjoy the cheer of the party. Pinku stood up and moved on to the entrance of the house. He pushed the half bolted door and it opened like the Alibaba's cave door. Quickly Sonia jumped from one railing to the other and covered her brother. Right behind them was Naanu, he moved his two meter tail and swiveled it in the air. Pinku decided to enter Dhobi's house. As he went inside the house and his brother and sister were about to follow him, I heard a scream from inside the house. I knew my neighbours have had a tryst with the Monkeys. The next thing that I witnessed was Pinku (the real one), came out with a broom in his hand and was attacking his family replicas. This was the time when Sonia and Naanu realised that the time has come to leave the place. They quickly hoped on from one grill to the other and in a matter of time all three of them were on the rooftop of the three storeyed building. They walked one behind another feeling proud of their act.
As I was watching them go and smiling at the misery they had caused to the Dhobi's, my eyes struck with Pinku's (the monkey's) and I felt as if he winked at me. I couldn't control myself and I winked back at him.
DISCLAIMER: All characters appearing in this work are NON-FICTITIOUS. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely INTENTIONAL
So all the three primates conspired against my good neighbours and since the Dhobi's lived on the first floor, they were the easy target. There laid a bed in the porch of Dhobi's where a packet of peas was lying. Pinku, Naanu and Sonia drooled over the pack of the peas. So they plotted the captivition of the peas.
Pinku took the charge of the situation and ordered Naanu to hop onto the balcony grill. Naanu quickly followed the order. One thing that was to be noticed that none of my Dhobi neighbour were in the porch, I guess everyone was on a prowl. Anyways, so by this time Pinku and Sonia went upto the pack of peas and opened it very carefully. Suddenly Pinku noticed that I was watching them from my rooftop. I smiled at Pinku and for a moment I felt he smiled back at me. He jumped in joy as if he got my approval to snitch the peas.
I continued to watch their act closely. Once Pinku and Sonia got hold of the peas, they were exuberated and jumped with joy. Naanu derailed from the balcony and ran upto his brother and sister to enjoy their newly succceeded meal. But this wasn't all, Pinku and his siblings had just started to enjoy the cheer of the party. Pinku stood up and moved on to the entrance of the house. He pushed the half bolted door and it opened like the Alibaba's cave door. Quickly Sonia jumped from one railing to the other and covered her brother. Right behind them was Naanu, he moved his two meter tail and swiveled it in the air. Pinku decided to enter Dhobi's house. As he went inside the house and his brother and sister were about to follow him, I heard a scream from inside the house. I knew my neighbours have had a tryst with the Monkeys. The next thing that I witnessed was Pinku (the real one), came out with a broom in his hand and was attacking his family replicas. This was the time when Sonia and Naanu realised that the time has come to leave the place. They quickly hoped on from one grill to the other and in a matter of time all three of them were on the rooftop of the three storeyed building. They walked one behind another feeling proud of their act.
As I was watching them go and smiling at the misery they had caused to the Dhobi's, my eyes struck with Pinku's (the monkey's) and I felt as if he winked at me. I couldn't control myself and I winked back at him.
DISCLAIMER: All characters appearing in this work are NON-FICTITIOUS. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely INTENTIONAL
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Centerstage Goliyan
“What are you doing Mr. Sharma?”
The piece of chalk took off from Golu’s hand (Golu as we called our mechanical teacher, Mr. Ramsaran Chaturvedi) and hit me right below my right eye. It took the smile off of my face and I felt as if I have been woken up from a profound sleep.
“Sir...” I was bewildered not knowing what to reply him.
“What are you doing?” He enquired again.
“Sir, ..." Taking charge with confidence I continued "...actually I was studying the reponse of my project, which happens to be a curved machine. When it is stimulated by the action of thrust upon it until the liquid that is stored in its chamber is pushed out.I’m trying to limit the force so as to improve its efficiency. It is related to my project, Sir.” I told him.
I was watching porn.
According to Albert Camu,
Absurdity lies in the opposition between the human need for meaning, on the one hand, and the unconcerned and meaningless world, on the other. It certainly didn’t seem absurd.
“Ok, carry on with it then, please.”
“Thank you Sir.” I sat down as my colleagues started to giggle like a 10 year old girl.
“Raghu, Shiva, Akshay all three of you out get out of the class.” Golu ordained.
“But sir…” all three of them spoke in unison.
“A person is trying to learn something, get creative and you three fools laugh at him. It’s pitiful.”
“Sir…” they wanted to explain their misery.
“…not a single word, just get out!!” this time Golu had fierce streak in his eyes
“…This explains the working of a synchronous machine.” Golu continued as he turned around.
The three poor guys didn’t have any option other than to leave the class. All three of them gave me despicable looks. Raghu tried to hit me on my head but I managed to escape.
My friends were paying the cost of my sins. My deadly sin of lust and I totally enjoyed committing that sin. It was real fun and I wish I could do that more often.
When Golu left the class, Raghu, Shiva and Akshay came back inside and jumped upon me like a hungry wolf.
“I defended myself in the best possible manner I could but they still managed to rape me.”
Minutes later, our astro teacher, Kumari Hansa Devi arrived. Her name was Hansa Devi but she had not a single sign of beauty on her face, or for the matter of fact, Body. She was as dark complexioned as a crow and was 5’2” in height, wore a glass that had paint coming off its rim and an old sari, which we considered to have been abandoned by her mother. So we called her Miss Hansa Devi, as we presumed she had already been designated with such a monicker.
She hardly paid any heed to the class. She used to come in the class, say whatever she wanted to say irrespective of the fact whether or not the class is listening to her.
Raghu threw the same piece of chalk that Golu had projected towards me, on Miss Hansa. I looked at him not believing he did that, not because he did this for the first time rather because we had a pact that we won’t disturb Miss Hansa since she already looked disturbed.
Akshay and Shiva giggled at Raghu’s undertaking.
Miss Hansa continued to teach as she did not care.
I was mad at him. I stood up and apologised to Miss Hansa for what Raghu did. Likewise, I was paying the cost of Raghu’s Sin. I think that’s why friends are there, they take each other’s problem as their own and still be together.
When I apologised to Miss Hansa, she looked back at me and said, “You don’t need to apologise for something that you haven’t done. A person has to pay the price of his deeds in the same life, sooner or later.”
I had heard this one before, from many noble minded persons.
“I still apologise for his doing mam, he is stupe to have done such a thing. I kindly ask you to forgive him please.”
“That is not necessarily required. What is of more importance is that at the end of the day. A person realises his mistakes and God shall forgive him.”
It seemed like I have been hit with verbiage of reality. I smiled at Miss Hansa and sat down.
From that day on I had a peculiar respect for Miss Hansa, we didn’t aliased her otherwise I would have stopped calling her whatever we would have. And since that day even Raghu started studying in Miss Hansa’s class.
The piece of chalk took off from Golu’s hand (Golu as we called our mechanical teacher, Mr. Ramsaran Chaturvedi) and hit me right below my right eye. It took the smile off of my face and I felt as if I have been woken up from a profound sleep.
“Sir...” I was bewildered not knowing what to reply him.
“What are you doing?” He enquired again.
“Sir, ..." Taking charge with confidence I continued "...actually I was studying the reponse of my project, which happens to be a curved machine. When it is stimulated by the action of thrust upon it until the liquid that is stored in its chamber is pushed out.I’m trying to limit the force so as to improve its efficiency. It is related to my project, Sir.” I told him.
I was watching porn.
According to Albert Camu,
Absurdity lies in the opposition between the human need for meaning, on the one hand, and the unconcerned and meaningless world, on the other. It certainly didn’t seem absurd.
“Ok, carry on with it then, please.”
“Thank you Sir.” I sat down as my colleagues started to giggle like a 10 year old girl.
“Raghu, Shiva, Akshay all three of you out get out of the class.” Golu ordained.
“But sir…” all three of them spoke in unison.
“A person is trying to learn something, get creative and you three fools laugh at him. It’s pitiful.”
“Sir…” they wanted to explain their misery.
“…not a single word, just get out!!” this time Golu had fierce streak in his eyes
“…This explains the working of a synchronous machine.” Golu continued as he turned around.
The three poor guys didn’t have any option other than to leave the class. All three of them gave me despicable looks. Raghu tried to hit me on my head but I managed to escape.
My friends were paying the cost of my sins. My deadly sin of lust and I totally enjoyed committing that sin. It was real fun and I wish I could do that more often.
When Golu left the class, Raghu, Shiva and Akshay came back inside and jumped upon me like a hungry wolf.
“I defended myself in the best possible manner I could but they still managed to rape me.”
Minutes later, our astro teacher, Kumari Hansa Devi arrived. Her name was Hansa Devi but she had not a single sign of beauty on her face, or for the matter of fact, Body. She was as dark complexioned as a crow and was 5’2” in height, wore a glass that had paint coming off its rim and an old sari, which we considered to have been abandoned by her mother. So we called her Miss Hansa Devi, as we presumed she had already been designated with such a monicker.
She hardly paid any heed to the class. She used to come in the class, say whatever she wanted to say irrespective of the fact whether or not the class is listening to her.
Raghu threw the same piece of chalk that Golu had projected towards me, on Miss Hansa. I looked at him not believing he did that, not because he did this for the first time rather because we had a pact that we won’t disturb Miss Hansa since she already looked disturbed.
Akshay and Shiva giggled at Raghu’s undertaking.
Miss Hansa continued to teach as she did not care.
I was mad at him. I stood up and apologised to Miss Hansa for what Raghu did. Likewise, I was paying the cost of Raghu’s Sin. I think that’s why friends are there, they take each other’s problem as their own and still be together.
When I apologised to Miss Hansa, she looked back at me and said, “You don’t need to apologise for something that you haven’t done. A person has to pay the price of his deeds in the same life, sooner or later.”
I had heard this one before, from many noble minded persons.
“I still apologise for his doing mam, he is stupe to have done such a thing. I kindly ask you to forgive him please.”
“That is not necessarily required. What is of more importance is that at the end of the day. A person realises his mistakes and God shall forgive him.”
It seemed like I have been hit with verbiage of reality. I smiled at Miss Hansa and sat down.
From that day on I had a peculiar respect for Miss Hansa, we didn’t aliased her otherwise I would have stopped calling her whatever we would have. And since that day even Raghu started studying in Miss Hansa’s class.
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