Worthiness of life..

Why life has stop turning itself to red? It is running like a mad bull. A bull who cares for none, an epitome of self-marked excellence, yet a worthless effort. I don't want to comment much, just that this life is adorable only when it is worth giving happiness on a sad face. This life is worth living if it makes someone else live too.

Life is worth laughing out loud sitting on those empty desks after the lecture, not trying to grasp every word slammed out of professor's mouth in the lecture. Life is worth going home with a gleeful face after scoring 75 percent in boards, rather then complaining dad that i got one mark wrong in physics. Life is all about happiness, not the possession of your self-marked goals. That feeling of contentment is worth living which comes to a rickshaw puller while seeing his child going to school. A workaholic's life gathers no worth piling up american dollars in a swiss bank. One needs to understand this broad-term called life. It is not a tissue kissing up the feet of those who climb up the ladder of success, it adores the one who keep smiling while falling down from the heights.

I have yet to learn this life. Still busy going to office because that one day salary is too hard for me to lose it now !!

An old one..

Metro still runs at the same pace exhibiting the same creeping noise under the same sultry sun ears sticking to the mobile hearing the sweet chirps resonating from bus no 680.

The great LIFE never ends here.

It goes on forever, to the ever rising aspirations, soaring temptations, mounting expectations, creating new hopes, forgetting the older ones, the old corroded relations too, experiencing new highs, sharing the better lows of others, holding up the torch, to live up to my own identity, making hay with every break of dawn, making a hissy stop with settling down of dusk, mind still renders, it never stops..

Life never ends here, it goes on forever..

August 15,2009

03:40 AM

Spilling my chilled drink over the floor from my over-flown mug, twisting the tongue munching the spicy palak-paneer, enjoying the cool breeze over the terrace, bare feet smashing the fresh droplets of water falling from sky, heart dancing over the favourite beats being played over my machine, mind still lost in its silent wanderings, hands plucked in the pockets of jeans to avoid the unlike shiver in the drizzle, life saying it loud:

Happy Independence Day !!

being Aseem Rambani !!

So, what’s new in being Aseem Rambani?

Last Sunday, came back to my place quite late from gurgaon. There’s nothing special in gurgaon, just two of my best friends resides there, so time just flies away at weekend. Rather not just two, more than 30 friends are working in gurgaon in different firms at different scales.

Me, I am Aseem Rambani. I work for six days in my office and seventh day I keep myself happy so that I can retain the pressure for next six days in my office. It’s pretty hectic in my office, don’t know whether it’s really hectic or I just feel so. My team manager always keeps saying you are young and most efficient in my team, you can’t ever be tired. He pumps me so much that even knowing he is making fool of me; I just trace back the steps to my cabin. But I like my team manager; he’s supportive, very supportive to me. One colleague of mine is very jealous of me in office, because in his opinion I consider him a fool. But actually he’s right; I do consider him a fool for his non-sense talks. I should not say bad things about others, else I’ll become like them only. I should look for good deeds of others. My colleague is nice to me in a way, that he always take care of my responsibilities while I am not in office. For last two months, I haven’t taken even a single half day. But soon those days will come too. Rest I don’t like to talk much about my office, office is good. I like working in my office, because then I can fulfil my dreams by earning more money. In last 22 years of my life, I have learnt just one thing; money can get you anything, sometimes even happiness too. It’s a pity!!

Yesterday while I was coming back from office. Oh, yesterday was very hectic, and I’m sure my manager too would agree with me. In morning, I went to noida or rather it was near noida. I don’t know about Delhi nor even about Amritsar, do I just know the roads in my village. My village is beautiful. It is made in a squared land, surrounded by waters from two sides and one side is connected to main road which connects Amritsar with tarn taran. Hence whenever I’ve to post a letter at my home, address always includes tarn taran road, district Amritsar. Don’t deviate, I was hurriedly making way in a beautiful four lane road near noida; I could see the brands flashing over the top of some mall. I just ignored and kept moving towards my office there. A power transformer was damaged tripping all the major circuits i.e buchholz relay, differential relay, OSR, PRV, OLTC tripping (I forgot the name of OLTC tripping). Ooops, none of you are acquainted to a power transformer. Your mobile phone charger also has a tiny transformer in it and power transformer is of size equal to a normal room and twenty feet in height. It is very essential for our life, else our mobile phones can’t get charged and our life would come to a halt.

Yes, just four days ago, I got a new Samsung mobile. It’s not new, it’s a used one but I really like it. I was fed up using the nokia, though I know nokia is better. My nokia mobile was very complex with a memory card, can click pictures, recording and it was facilitated with a bluetooth device also. In college, I so wanted to have an expensive mobile, but I used a very basic model of nokia. But it was very special for me in those days. So, I dumped this complicated nokia and got that simple Samsung handset, which have got just four wallpapers to choose and out of those, three are of gods. So I chose the fourth one. There’s nothing to explore, not even camera, no bluetooth, no memory, so I am very happy keeping it in my jean’s pocket all day.

Yesterday, after inspecting that power transformer, I had a seminar for a fresher’s batch. These new recruits know nothing about the work culture, yet they apprehend as if all employees are foolish working here and just they have got the mind because they are fresh from college. They kept irritating me with their weird questions, but I was also sure not to let down the image of me being amongst the most eligible team of my firm. So I screwed them up soon before finishing the lecture and I was carrying that smile while leaving the seminar hall.

Came back to same power transformer in evening to get the test results, but I was totally clueless why everyone was raising the eye brows over the high levels of acetylene gas in insulation oil. Later my manager cleared all my doubts and I was happy that I learnt a new thing. I came back to my place when the sun had settled down and ate a burger at Mahesh burger shop. It’s very famous and he gives one burger for just seven rupees. But I like it, so I ignore the fact it may not be hygienic. He complained me that due to hike in prices of kerosene, he’s facing a severe loss in this burger business. But I was not much moved over his concern, living at such a fast pace I ignore all the simplicities of life. I even write my blogs in such a weird manner, but I love my writing. I would love to see this post on my blog; this is free of all complications. Isn’t it so simple to read?

But mostly people don’t like simple things. One is always intrigued by an intelligent fellow, who thinks twice before speaking and who gives weird answer to look different from the flock. Why one never likes a rickshaw ride, because he’s a simple man, doesn’t ask you so many queries and drops you at your desired location. But we get so excited meeting a Harvard graduate, because he can answer in his own complicated ways, we may not understand a bit, but we’ll praise one for his intelligence. Non sense!!

Life looks great being a simple one, but we don’t have time to lead this simpler form of life. Even I can’t. I am not blaming anyone; I myself am getting complicated with each passing day. At least I am happy removing two complex things from my life, that weird English diction and that complicated bulky nokia handset.

I wanted to post this blog yesterday to wish all my friends a very happy wala friendship day. Guess what I am writing this post on my laptop listening to my favourite singer Babbu maan’s song:

“ Mehfil mitran di sajdi roz chubaare,
Botlaan de dakk khul gaye,
Tera jikar hoya muteyare” ...

My first day in College !!

Around half past seven in morning, August 2004 :

The trodden ways to lecturer blocks were still fresh after being washed out in last night strong winds and pouring rains. The nostalgic smell of fresh dew drops falling down through the pores of green leaves reminded me of my home. That morning was not an usual one in many unusual ways. Eyes were still creeping with the clear beams of sun penetrating into the eyes making it feel the uneasiness. Eyes were still numb after resting for whole night in a secluded room of hostel -C. Last night was my first, first in every term that I had spent away from home. Hostel C seemed no more less than a haunted place at its first look. Three storied building up the ladder encircling a rectangular park in each block (even the image had faded from my mind), but not the memories.

That night too was scary, water making the harrowed noises spattering over the window panes of my room, as if someone creeping under the door. Doors were banging hard with the strong gushes of wind making the creek noises, yet I was happy to be away from home. To enter this new world, to enter the professional phase of life, under the open sky no more under the umbrella of my loved ones protecting me from the harsh rays of life. The sky was flung open that day, with the limitless scope of exploring it, carrying the responsibilities on my own shoulders for my every deed done by me. The feelings of being on my own feet, of being a little bit stronger were sprouting in my inner self.

With all the fresh faces, i hurriedly made way to find my classroom. F 201 was the allotted class for Solid mechanics subject. We were four guys running from our hostel to find F block, all new to each other, yet the similarity of being new brought us a feeling of togetherness. Galloping through the cafeteria, B block, E block and then F block ( I wish all these pleasant routes had been known to me then). None of us knew each other's names, just shared that 2 km stretch from our hostel to the campus. I admit, admit it profusely it was scary, my heart stopped beating for an instant to see the lecture hall packed with 125 students. All faces were new, each having cleared the entrance test, felt as if i had made it here for the last seat in this college. It was heart rendering to see those intelligent brains fitting the spectacles over the nose, mind focusing on board while hands making the wise move on the copied notes. Heart said, " Life is going to be hard here pressing every limit for raising the performance by every inch ". Entered the Most notified professor of Civil Engineering department, Dr. Maneek Kumar, the Head of Dept for the course of Solid mechanics. He was an eminent personality, a young man in his early thirties known for his NASA's project. He didn't give us, or rather me a hard time as I had known the professors for doing so. The 1 hour lecture ended soon, much before the time i expected it, hence showing positive signs. Rest i can't recall much, just few fake instances of joy of being independent, of being more courageous, being able to strive forward facing all those forgone difficult phases, life seemed all tumbled up, a fresh lease of life, everlasting like the pearl floating over the bedrock of sea.

That day, life promised me to be more challenging, to be thought-provoking, living it on the edge, striving for every ounce of marks,

and mind you, life fulfilled all promises made in those four years of my life !!