Few of my “Castles” ………
Air force pilot: I didn’t even know whether girls are allowed in this profession or not. As a matter of fact even today I am not sure. But just look at the those pilots’ attitude ! Man ! I even used to dream about marrying an Air force pilot and going on our super secret missions together !
IPS officer : Got inspired after watching a TV serial Udaan on DD national .I don’t even remember which class I was in.
Singer : haahaa !I The thought itself is so absurd. My little sister (she hates being called little,but since this is my blog I can write whatever I want.) is quite sure that if I sit somewhere near a temple and start singing I would earn more than what my company will offer. Apparently those people at temple would be ready to offer any amount just to shoo me away .Actually she isn't the only one to think so.Hundreds of people would verify it.The silver lining is that I always have a back up. (Heights of optimism!! isn't it?!!)
Captain of a ship : Just because I had heard that they are filthy rich and also because of their cool white uniform,and not to forget their cap. When I mention white uniform all that I can visualize is Milind soman and R madhavan in seahawks. *deep breath*
Air hostess : when I was quite sure that I am good for nothing. I thought, after all what is required to be an air hostess. Height, communication skills, ability to smile back even if somebody slaps you ?patience?! I have it all.
Me and patience !! ha ! joke of the day. How could I even think of being an air hostess ? But I did.
Sweeper : I was in std 4th and had visited my naani’s (grandmother) village during summer vacation. Just for fun I swept one small portion of that house. After looking at my work I had felt so content and smug. Just cannot describe that feeling now.
Waitress : I don’t have any particular reason for this one.
Painter : This one is something I had considered quite seriously . And by seriously I mean that I had thought about it for one whole day.
And lot more..
You see engineering was nowhere in the picture ! still not all is lost. If someday I decide to leave everything and pursue my “dreams” I would do it without much effort. After all I can be a sweeper, or a singing beggar whenever I want !
P.S : Being an Air hostess is a biiiiig deal. :)
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
A cute old fellow who wasn't fat !
State bank of India ,patna
It was a small ,packed and gloomy place. We divided our work .I would update her mom’s passbook while she would collect her ATM’s pin number
Every time I do such serious ,grown up kind of stuff without any parental supervision I feel good. :)
Anyway she left.The queue wasn’t long. However,I realized that I had been standing at the same position for quite a long time. No movement at all. The lady at the counter who was supposed to update our passbooks was quite busy chit chatting with her colleagues ! Seriously. while I could feel the sweat running down my back and couldn't stop fanning myself she was giggling . Patience. Patience. I recited. Act mature. I looked here and there . I read everything that could be read in that corner of the bank - how to identify fake 500 notes,1000 notes, when did the manager join that particular branch, scores of top five employees in some stupid bank exam . By the bye highest was 21 out of 50. chhi !! I can score this much even if I write the paper in my sleep.
Finally she came back and asked the ladies to form another queue. And thus saved herself from .. I don’t know what. But she certainly saved herself .Now I was second in my “ladies “ queue. And in the other queue two middle-age men, then a tall cute old uncle (who had 7-8 passbooks ),then short Mr X and then some more people. she asked for two passbooks from each queue..I gave mine. And so did the first two men of the other queue .And just then Mr X throws his passbook on her desk from behind. This irked the old fellow. And I ,I felt like punching him. When will people learn to follow rules here! God knows.
COF (cute old fellow ): “ arrey hum apna diye hi nai h aur aap peechhe se hi pheke ja rahe h.. ye koi tareeka h”
(I haven’t given mine yet and you are throwing yours from behind ! is this the way !?)
X: “Ta hum mana ka karliwa he,tu hun de da.”
(Did I ask you not to?)
My cute old fellow gives the passbook back to Mr X.
X: “humra to eehan aawe ke jarurato na haii.ais hi ho jatai hal humar kaam. taiwo hum ailee aau line me khada hi”
(I don’t even need to come here. My work would have got done anyway. still I came and I am standing in queue.)
Ridiculous! Just look at him. How great of him to oblige us all with his divine presence. Somebody from behind complains about the slow processing of this bank.
Mr X snaps, “ jana na ha.. eehan badi ameer log line me lagal hain.. das das account hawa”
(Don’t you know.. quite rich people are standing in this queue.. having 10 accounts)
The poor old fellow gives him a stare only to provoke him more.
X :“kamwa to humre pehile hotayi,chahe tu kuchho kar la”
(whatever you do, my work will be done earlier)
COF :“hum bhi dekhte h ki aapka kaise hota h pehle”
(I will see )
The lady at the counter asks for more passbooks. At this the old guy gives all his passbooks. And again, X keeps his over the old guy’s passbooks.
COF :“gazab ke badtameez insaan hain aap. hataiye apna passbook mere passbook ke upar se aur neeche rakhiye”
X: “kahe.. tor account se paiswa khicha ke hamar me aa jatai ka”
(why? Money from your account will flow down in mine or what?)
And again dear old fellow gives the passbook back to Mr X.
X: “la chachi kara to update tani” .And X gave his passbook to the lady at the counter.
So that’s what he was so confident about all this while. He knew that lady personally.
He had crossed all his limits now. Plus it was getting really difficult for me to keep my mouth shut. But then I had to act mature. My work was getting almost done . Anyone in my place would have kept quiet. So did I.I maintained I –am- not- listening- I- am - not- looking - I - don’t -care -if –you- two -break -each -other’s –head look . But I did care.
And as if this wasn’t enough she took his passbook and casually kept on the top of the stack. That stack consisted of 7-8 passbooks of the cute old fellow.
My dear old uncle kept quiet for few minutes as if contemplating his next move and then said, “aap mera passbook de dijiye .hum aise jagah kaam nahi karwate jahan system naam ki koi cheez hi nahi h.aur manager ka office kahan h ye bataiye”
Lady : “ kya ?dikkat kya hai aapko?”
(what’s your problem?)
COF : “koi dikkat nahi h bas aap de dijiye”
(Nothing just give me back)
At this X starts laughing. I don’t know what that laugh was for.
However that lady gave back X his passbook and started working on cute old fellow’s !! yey ! I got my passbook back, smiled at X and then I left. Thank God I got to see the entire drama. It would have been so unfair if I had to leave in the middle. Happy Happy ending !
It was a small ,packed and gloomy place. We divided our work .I would update her mom’s passbook while she would collect her ATM’s pin number
Every time I do such serious ,grown up kind of stuff without any parental supervision I feel good. :)
Anyway she left.The queue wasn’t long. However,I realized that I had been standing at the same position for quite a long time. No movement at all. The lady at the counter who was supposed to update our passbooks was quite busy chit chatting with her colleagues ! Seriously. while I could feel the sweat running down my back and couldn't stop fanning myself she was giggling . Patience. Patience. I recited. Act mature. I looked here and there . I read everything that could be read in that corner of the bank - how to identify fake 500 notes,1000 notes, when did the manager join that particular branch, scores of top five employees in some stupid bank exam . By the bye highest was 21 out of 50. chhi !! I can score this much even if I write the paper in my sleep.
Finally she came back and asked the ladies to form another queue. And thus saved herself from .. I don’t know what. But she certainly saved herself .Now I was second in my “ladies “ queue. And in the other queue two middle-age men, then a tall cute old uncle (who had 7-8 passbooks ),then short Mr X and then some more people. she asked for two passbooks from each queue..I gave mine. And so did the first two men of the other queue .And just then Mr X throws his passbook on her desk from behind. This irked the old fellow. And I ,I felt like punching him. When will people learn to follow rules here! God knows.
COF (cute old fellow ): “ arrey hum apna diye hi nai h aur aap peechhe se hi pheke ja rahe h.. ye koi tareeka h”
(I haven’t given mine yet and you are throwing yours from behind ! is this the way !?)
X: “Ta hum mana ka karliwa he,tu hun de da.”
(Did I ask you not to?)
My cute old fellow gives the passbook back to Mr X.
X: “humra to eehan aawe ke jarurato na haii.ais hi ho jatai hal humar kaam. taiwo hum ailee aau line me khada hi”
(I don’t even need to come here. My work would have got done anyway. still I came and I am standing in queue.)
Ridiculous! Just look at him. How great of him to oblige us all with his divine presence. Somebody from behind complains about the slow processing of this bank.
Mr X snaps, “ jana na ha.. eehan badi ameer log line me lagal hain.. das das account hawa”
(Don’t you know.. quite rich people are standing in this queue.. having 10 accounts)
The poor old fellow gives him a stare only to provoke him more.
X :“kamwa to humre pehile hotayi,chahe tu kuchho kar la”
(whatever you do, my work will be done earlier)
COF :“hum bhi dekhte h ki aapka kaise hota h pehle”
(I will see )
The lady at the counter asks for more passbooks. At this the old guy gives all his passbooks. And again, X keeps his over the old guy’s passbooks.
COF :“gazab ke badtameez insaan hain aap. hataiye apna passbook mere passbook ke upar se aur neeche rakhiye”
X: “kahe.. tor account se paiswa khicha ke hamar me aa jatai ka”
(why? Money from your account will flow down in mine or what?)
And again dear old fellow gives the passbook back to Mr X.
X: “la chachi kara to update tani” .And X gave his passbook to the lady at the counter.
So that’s what he was so confident about all this while. He knew that lady personally.
He had crossed all his limits now. Plus it was getting really difficult for me to keep my mouth shut. But then I had to act mature. My work was getting almost done . Anyone in my place would have kept quiet. So did I.I maintained I –am- not- listening- I- am - not- looking - I - don’t -care -if –you- two -break -each -other’s –head look . But I did care.
And as if this wasn’t enough she took his passbook and casually kept on the top of the stack. That stack consisted of 7-8 passbooks of the cute old fellow.
My dear old uncle kept quiet for few minutes as if contemplating his next move and then said, “aap mera passbook de dijiye .hum aise jagah kaam nahi karwate jahan system naam ki koi cheez hi nahi h.aur manager ka office kahan h ye bataiye”
Lady : “ kya ?dikkat kya hai aapko?”
(what’s your problem?)
COF : “koi dikkat nahi h bas aap de dijiye”
(Nothing just give me back)
At this X starts laughing. I don’t know what that laugh was for.
However that lady gave back X his passbook and started working on cute old fellow’s !! yey ! I got my passbook back, smiled at X and then I left. Thank God I got to see the entire drama. It would have been so unfair if I had to leave in the middle. Happy Happy ending !
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
That little thing called Pride
Std 3,DAV
"motiii " he shouted again.Now that was something I just could not tolerate back then.At least not infront of the whole class when I am doing my job of writing the names of the disturbing elements of my class.Had it been any other situation I would have retorted "no i am not".And I was not for that matter.But that hurt my pride.
How could he have insulted me in my bastion! My class teacher never took the trouble of asking me the form of disturbance.so there was his name,written at the top of the list of six disturbing elements.He was a true man.He didn't beg like others to remove his name.They all got punished.I was satisfied,I had performed my duty well.we didn't talk that day.His best friend talked to me though.He was comparatively more civilized.
Later that day,in evening he called me up for asking what the homework was.while I was at it I heard somebody call him.."sheikhu sheikhu" from behind .I couldn't stop laughing."sheikhu... hahahaha" .He told me that it was his servant's name.As if I was going to believe that.I knew everyone in his family,even his servant's name.I knew how his grandmom runs after him with a glass of milk in morning,how she had once fallen in a pit because of him,what all lies he tells to his mom.. just everything.
Even he realized I guess how bad he was at lying or may be how intelligent I was.:)
"I will tell everybody in class tomorrow."
"Do whatever you want.I told you it's not my name"
I was still laughing.
"still I will",I said.
"Just tell me what else did she ask us to do."
"okay I have a proposition for you,you dont call me moti,n I will keep my mouth shut"
"Do whatever you want.bye"
"okay bye!" ofcourse it was already disconnected.Rude.
Next day,not even once did he call me "moti".I guess the peace treaty was implicitly signed by both of us.School hours ended,the bell rang and we all headed towards our home. we lived in d same locality."sheikhu",sheikhu's best friend,few classmates and I.sheikhu's home was the closest to our school.And mine the farthest.It was a small peaceful area so even though we were kids we used to go back home alone on our little feet.
There were two ways to go back.One ,you follow the main path.The other one was shorter(according to him,I never felt that way) but one had to cross a
sandy area lined by mango trees on it's left.It was sort of a little mango garden.And it was always him who suggested to go through the "shorter" one.He liked the
way sand filled up his shoes and scattered around while removing shoes and socks.That day was no exception.We all started walking that way.As we were passing the mango garden he pointed towards a raw big mango on one of the trees and said ,"It's big ...and fat.. just like her." Giggles all around. Now that was it.Violation.He had not called me "what-he-wasnt-supposed-to-say" but that just got me.
"His pet name is sheikhu!",I shouted.
"moti moti moti moti !" Now he found the treaty violated.Dumb.
I was in a fit of anger.I looked around,found a broken broom and hit him once.He hit me back.And then I beat him repetitevely.He did the same with his hands.
Nobody came to our rescue as it was a hot summer afternoon and that "shortcut" was a little secluded.However our classmates were sensible enough to stop it soon.But the damage was done.I reached home and my father noticed the scratches n bruises all over.He asked me, "who did this?" I told him.Of course my version of the story.He immediately called my principal and had a talk.I couldn't listen despite my desperate efforts.My mom didn't say much against that stupid little "sheikhu".May be she knew that I wasn't that innocent as I sounded.
Next day,at school everybody got to know about our little fight.They had the proofs to see all over our hands,his elbow,my knee.During our 7th period,second last
before they used to call it a day,a peon entered our class and informed the teacher that principal ma'm had called the two of us.Now I was scared.what if he tells her that I hit him first.what if she asks me to stand outside her office for half n hour as punishment,what if all my classmates see me,
that would be so embarrassing.what if all my friends get to know that I was scolded.Nothing mattered to me more than my dignity and my pride.I had never been
punished,never scolded and I was the class leader.I checked everyone's nails,shoes and decided who should be sent outside the assembly line.I cannot be punished.we entered her office.she heard both of us,scolded both of us,warned us and sent us back.She had always been nice to me.This hurt me more.
I wept while returning.His eyes were red.I didn't know how to face my class.when we were about to enter our class his friend asked what happened.He gave one frightening red look,punched the wall(guys!!!) and went inside.I capitalized on that.I immediately brought a winning smile on my face and entered with my head held high.The battle was won.My pride was still intact.Our reaction clearly indicated what had happened in there.Who was scolded and who wasn't. :)
"motiii " he shouted again.Now that was something I just could not tolerate back then.At least not infront of the whole class when I am doing my job of writing the names of the disturbing elements of my class.Had it been any other situation I would have retorted "no i am not".And I was not for that matter.But that hurt my pride.
How could he have insulted me in my bastion! My class teacher never took the trouble of asking me the form of disturbance.so there was his name,written at the top of the list of six disturbing elements.He was a true man.He didn't beg like others to remove his name.They all got punished.I was satisfied,I had performed my duty well.we didn't talk that day.His best friend talked to me though.He was comparatively more civilized.
Later that day,in evening he called me up for asking what the homework was.while I was at it I heard somebody call him.."sheikhu sheikhu" from behind .I couldn't stop laughing."sheikhu... hahahaha" .He told me that it was his servant's name.As if I was going to believe that.I knew everyone in his family,even his servant's name.I knew how his grandmom runs after him with a glass of milk in morning,how she had once fallen in a pit because of him,what all lies he tells to his mom.. just everything.
Even he realized I guess how bad he was at lying or may be how intelligent I was.:)
"I will tell everybody in class tomorrow."
"Do whatever you want.I told you it's not my name"
I was still laughing.
"still I will",I said.
"Just tell me what else did she ask us to do."
"okay I have a proposition for you,you dont call me moti,n I will keep my mouth shut"
"Do whatever you want.bye"
"okay bye!" ofcourse it was already disconnected.Rude.
Next day,not even once did he call me "moti".I guess the peace treaty was implicitly signed by both of us.School hours ended,the bell rang and we all headed towards our home. we lived in d same locality."sheikhu",sheikhu's best friend,few classmates and I.sheikhu's home was the closest to our school.And mine the farthest.It was a small peaceful area so even though we were kids we used to go back home alone on our little feet.
There were two ways to go back.One ,you follow the main path.The other one was shorter(according to him,I never felt that way) but one had to cross a
sandy area lined by mango trees on it's left.It was sort of a little mango garden.And it was always him who suggested to go through the "shorter" one.He liked the
way sand filled up his shoes and scattered around while removing shoes and socks.That day was no exception.We all started walking that way.As we were passing the mango garden he pointed towards a raw big mango on one of the trees and said ,"It's big ...and fat.. just like her." Giggles all around. Now that was it.Violation.He had not called me "what-he-wasnt-supposed-to-say" but that just got me.
"His pet name is sheikhu!",I shouted.
"moti moti moti moti !" Now he found the treaty violated.Dumb.
I was in a fit of anger.I looked around,found a broken broom and hit him once.He hit me back.And then I beat him repetitevely.He did the same with his hands.
Nobody came to our rescue as it was a hot summer afternoon and that "shortcut" was a little secluded.However our classmates were sensible enough to stop it soon.But the damage was done.I reached home and my father noticed the scratches n bruises all over.He asked me, "who did this?" I told him.Of course my version of the story.He immediately called my principal and had a talk.I couldn't listen despite my desperate efforts.My mom didn't say much against that stupid little "sheikhu".May be she knew that I wasn't that innocent as I sounded.
Next day,at school everybody got to know about our little fight.They had the proofs to see all over our hands,his elbow,my knee.During our 7th period,second last
before they used to call it a day,a peon entered our class and informed the teacher that principal ma'm had called the two of us.Now I was scared.what if he tells her that I hit him first.what if she asks me to stand outside her office for half n hour as punishment,what if all my classmates see me,
that would be so embarrassing.what if all my friends get to know that I was scolded.Nothing mattered to me more than my dignity and my pride.I had never been
punished,never scolded and I was the class leader.I checked everyone's nails,shoes and decided who should be sent outside the assembly line.I cannot be punished.we entered her office.she heard both of us,scolded both of us,warned us and sent us back.She had always been nice to me.This hurt me more.
I wept while returning.His eyes were red.I didn't know how to face my class.when we were about to enter our class his friend asked what happened.He gave one frightening red look,punched the wall(guys!!!) and went inside.I capitalized on that.I immediately brought a winning smile on my face and entered with my head held high.The battle was won.My pride was still intact.Our reaction clearly indicated what had happened in there.Who was scolded and who wasn't. :)
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