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” ...
