vivacious personality

At our first meet in the main office of reliance energy at Nehru palace, he seemed to be so ubiquitous in his appearance. Already mesmerized after meeting the vice president of CES department, this person holds no such charisma. Resembling a typical south Indian, he seemed to low salaried employee under the vice president. I was appointed under this dark Indian, seemed such a stinky one. Next day took me to testing centre, where probably he holds some dignified chair. In no time, everyone stands holding their breath as if he’s here for some terror act.

I felt meeting a person who in him carries nothing, yet admired by his colleagues. Given an iconic status one often got swayed away by the strong winds of ego, yet his feet were solidly punched upon the mother earth. Upon some meets in consecutive days, he possessed some sharp mind and a good attitude though never the one adored for his outlook. Wrapped up in a bright shirt with some classical trouser as if those were his ancestral wardrobe. Dwelled up in every work at shop floor with greased palms, inattentive to his designation, soul and power just echoed upon the tested transformer. Working with such zeal never found under the most labyrinth teams of labors and engineers.

Ground beneath my feet tumbled, breath deceased for a moment, and this world became meaningless upon revealing the godly truth. He is the senior manager of whole Delhi, running, undoubtedly, most profitable testing centre for the last three years. A man known for his sheer dedication in this firm needs no introduction. Mr. K K tiwari, a person suffering sun burns in majority, just because of his endless hours under sun servicing the transformer. Though can’t exactly tell the exact figure he is getting for his mammoth figure, he’s paid at such a scale, and one couldn’t do more than sighing and adoring the Versace outlook. Driving a small car, carrying the endless knowledge, brimming with tons of energy to continue till the last breath lasts. Least bothered about his old-fashioned jiggery wardrobe, undeniably a happening person can crack every bit of this arena of fashion accessories. Twice undergone surgery for his face known for his devilish one-liners and hard rock suggestions, probably the most impressive personality and truly deserving to me in this vague fake world.

vivacious personality

At our first meet in the main office of reliance energy at Nehru palace, he seemed to be so ubiquitous in his appearance. Already mesmerized after meeting the vice president of CES department, this person holds no such charisma. Resembling a typical south Indian, he seemed to low salaried employee under the vice president. I was appointed under this dark Indian, seemed such a stinky one. Next day took me to testing centre, where probably he holds some dignified chair. In no time, everyone stands holding their breath as if he’s here for some terror act.

I felt meeting a person who in him carries nothing, yet admired by his colleagues. Given an iconic status one often got swayed away by the strong winds of ego, yet his feet were solidly punched upon the mother earth. Upon some meets in consecutive days, he possessed some sharp mind and a good attitude though never the one adored for his outlook. Wrapped up in a bright shirt with some classical trouser as if those were his ancestral wardrobe. Dwelled up in every work at shop floor with greased palms, inattentive to his designation, soul and power just echoed upon the tested transformer. Working with such zeal never found under the most labyrinth teams of labors and engineers.

Ground beneath my feet tumbled, breath deceased for a moment, and this world became meaningless upon revealing the godly truth. He is the senior manager of whole Delhi, running, undoubtedly, most profitable testing centre for the last three years. A man known for his sheer dedication in this firm needs no introduction. Mr. K K tiwari, a person suffering sun burns in majority, just because of his endless hours under sun servicing the transformer. Though can’t exactly tell the exact figure he is getting for his mammoth figure, he’s paid at such a scale, and one couldn’t do more than sighing and adoring the Versace outlook. Driving a small car, carrying the endless knowledge, brimming with tons of energy to continue till the last breath lasts. Least bothered about his old-fashioned jiggery wardrobe, undeniably a happening person can crack every bit of this arena of fashion accessories. Twice undergone surgery for his face known for his devilish one-liners and hard rock suggestions, probably the most impressive personality and truly deserving to me in this vague fake world.

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Probably life seems full of all the flavors entitled for the perfect happyness. I need nothing in my life but such crucified bits of talks at home, with my friends. At Delhi, life seems so nice among some beautiful souls distilling my every passing minute into a valuable memory behind. Just few hours of work at the testing centre in dwarka, few bits of talks with my friends and some messaging, it makes my day. I wish time would never pass when i'm riding the roller coaster under such moments.

Then comes the luckiest weekends, beaconing those traveling times to Amritsar. Two days at home engrosses the zeal in me to stand up for some rough times till the next visit. What else can i ask for more than this? I have my friends always caring for me, at least pretends to do so, rest i know where to take the last stand. Blood is thicker than water. sometimes the circumstances support it, but for the better part, friends are the most daunting stands for anyone.

My mind really got upset turning down every page of newspaper. Every column highlighting the disloyalty of servants, attacking the humanity so bluntly. Every bit of those widespread columns makes me feel so miserable. All i can do to betray such hapless situations is to stop reading this media's tormented views. I really can't bear the brunt of all such people in the world. Reading about these, who are suffering with numerous agonies under the ruthless mask of politics. Which piece of damned knowledge i want to gain reading all this stuff, unless i can't do anything, taking a brief sigh of relief and getting back to work. I shall quit reading newspaper..Yes, I should for the betterment of myself, because continuing it would no more apply any balm for the pain of millions.

quit reading.

Probably life seems full of all the flavors entitled for the perfect happyness. I need nothing in my life but such crucified bits of talks at home, with my friends. At Delhi, life seems so nice among some beautiful souls distilling my every passing minute into a valuable memory behind. Just few hours of work at the testing centre in dwarka, few bits of talks with my friends and some messaging, it makes my day. I wish time would never pass when i'm riding the roller coaster under such moments.

Then comes the luckiest weekends, beaconing those traveling times to Amritsar. Two days at home engrosses the zeal in me to stand up for some rough times till the next visit. What else can i ask for more than this? I have my friends always caring for me, at least pretends to do so, rest i know where to take the last stand. Blood is thicker than water. sometimes the circumstances support it, but for the better part, friends are the most daunting stands for anyone.

My mind really got upset turning down every page of newspaper. Every column highlighting the disloyalty of servants, attacking the humanity so bluntly. Every bit of those widespread columns makes me feel so miserable. All i can do to betray such hapless situations is to stop reading this media's tormented views. I really can't bear the brunt of all such people in the world. Reading about these, who are suffering with numerous agonies under the ruthless mask of politics. Which piece of damned knowledge i want to gain reading all this stuff, unless i can't do anything, taking a brief sigh of relief and getting back to work. I shall quit reading newspaper..Yes, I should for the betterment of myself, because continuing it would no more apply any balm for the pain of millions.

splurging dreams coming true..

Probably mind racing fast over the splurging testing centre of BSES office at some place near rajouri gardens, it was unexpected jolt I felt once I got there. At an arm’s length from west gate mall, here lies the deep down gorge of core electrical basics, where only few lucky ones got the chance to sunk in. I was vividly intrigued by the thoughts of assembling a power transformer. My mentor tried exerting some tough calls upon me regarding the concepts of transformer. Those sturdy night long studies of transformer in college came for my rescue from this fallacious dig. Looking content, replied in a husky monotonous tone,” bahut der baad mila hai koi itne clear concepts wala” !! Believe me, such an applaud means more to me than whatsoever existed pleasurable compliment here. In simple words, this is what I live for.

Ashutosh banked upon his muscle power, ready to expose his acute persona to the lavishing Bangkok. Probably the only person built up to be a roadie. Still if one feels some void in that passion, approach the testing centre at the 33kV grid here. Placing your head under the ruthless sun for 8 hours is more daunting than bearing a head-on pressure of 125 psi. under scorching heat, eloped in sweat drenched t-shirt, denying every odd against me. Carrying a scintillating meggar, copying down the insulation resistance of various phases with neutral with every lapsed second. Perhaps in my college days, my mind always skeptically asking how the windings are so crudely punched over the laminated core of CRGO. After such a long elapsing, I got to see it from my own eyes those audaciously molded HT windings over the core. My four years of electrical seemed fruitful wooing those wires of on-load tap changer connected to HT windings. I wish I could explain those boundless limits of joy I felt at that moment. Getting on the grey side, its even more pathetic. Riding on a four-wheeler juggernaut packed to its strength is nonetheless a tedious job. Watching those louts passing lewd comments felt so apologetic. Nothing more could you help than offering your bumpy seat. Looking so ungraciously at girls, ripping your heart into particulates. I feel ashamed, so helpless. I wish I could make all these rascals to travel once in Punjab buses with such intentions, I bet if even one could leave the bus not being a scalp of Punjabis. Reading in a paper: guys were beaten up in a packed bus by mob, just because they were assisting the girls getting down the bus screening those bullies. Wholly damn it, it seemed as if all this ruffled population in delhi is here to enjoy some good shows in delhi. Koi naa, everybody would leave this heavenly land with a clean state. Your every deed would be weighed against good ones.

All in all, leaving suspiciously this incomplete blog and myself too, I will manage the undesired changes hooking to the clawed good work there. Coz this is for what I live !!

splurging dreams coming true..

Probably mind racing fast over the splurging testing centre of BSES office at some place near rajouri gardens, it was unexpected jolt I felt once I got there. At an arm’s length from west gate mall, here lies the deep down gorge of core electrical basics, where only few lucky ones got the chance to sunk in. I was vividly intrigued by the thoughts of assembling a power transformer. My mentor tried exerting some tough calls upon me regarding the concepts of transformer. Those sturdy night long studies of transformer in college came for my rescue from this fallacious dig. Looking content, replied in a husky monotonous tone,” bahut der baad mila hai koi itne clear concepts wala” !! Believe me, such an applaud means more to me than whatsoever existed pleasurable compliment here. In simple words, this is what I live for.

Ashutosh banked upon his muscle power, ready to expose his acute persona to the lavishing Bangkok. Probably the only person built up to be a roadie. Still if one feels some void in that passion, approach the testing centre at the 33kV grid here. Placing your head under the ruthless sun for 8 hours is more daunting than bearing a head-on pressure of 125 psi. under scorching heat, eloped in sweat drenched t-shirt, denying every odd against me. Carrying a scintillating meggar, copying down the insulation resistance of various phases with neutral with every lapsed second. Perhaps in my college days, my mind always skeptically asking how the windings are so crudely punched over the laminated core of CRGO. After such a long elapsing, I got to see it from my own eyes those audaciously molded HT windings over the core. My four years of electrical seemed fruitful wooing those wires of on-load tap changer connected to HT windings. I wish I could explain those boundless limits of joy I felt at that moment. Getting on the grey side, its even more pathetic. Riding on a four-wheeler juggernaut packed to its strength is nonetheless a tedious job. Watching those louts passing lewd comments felt so apologetic. Nothing more could you help than offering your bumpy seat. Looking so ungraciously at girls, ripping your heart into particulates. I feel ashamed, so helpless. I wish I could make all these rascals to travel once in Punjab buses with such intentions, I bet if even one could leave the bus not being a scalp of Punjabis. Reading in a paper: guys were beaten up in a packed bus by mob, just because they were assisting the girls getting down the bus screening those bullies. Wholly damn it, it seemed as if all this ruffled population in delhi is here to enjoy some good shows in delhi. Koi naa, everybody would leave this heavenly land with a clean state. Your every deed would be weighed against good ones.

All in all, leaving suspiciously this incomplete blog and myself too, I will manage the undesired changes hooking to the clawed good work there. Coz this is for what I live !!