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Friday, October 7, 2011

Worst Dilemma........

I boarded the train, bid goodbye to those who had come to see me off and heaved a sigh of relief once the train accelerated. One hundred thoughts regarding family, career, love, life in general suddenly flooded my mind. I was somewhere struggling to find my way back to normalcy when my thoughts were interrupted as per expectation by the guy who would provide me with bedding on rent basis. I bought my temporary belongings and spread the mattress on my seat, made myself comfortable and began sinking with my mind boggling thoughts. Suddenly I went through the change this guy had returned me and discovered it was five bucks less than what he owed me. Now? What should I do? Should I ask him to give me the exact change back? One part of my brain insisted not necessary to do such a thing. But suddenly another vain cry from within was telling me, "you would become CARELESS or you already are if you don't make an effort to get your money back!!".

Whoa! Careless? Me? I tried to keep calm and think and believe that giving money away like that would entitle me as a GIVER and thus I would gain more and more of wealth in my upcoming years. There is not really a need to call upon the poor guy and ask for the exact change. I am a 'giver'. I throw money and other possessions of mine around to needy/greedy people. This in turn makes me superior in the view of God and he bestows upon me more of his love and blessings and not to forget wealth!

"You Careless moron! daydreaming is too bad for health!". My logical mind counterattacked my wealthy thoughts..

"What do you think, if you leave your money with the vendor that is going to add to your credits? Ha ha! Mind you but my dear you only are making the vendor greedy and this in future would get difficult with others as he would try to earn his extra bucks with every passenger in the train!"

My goodness! I may have been whatsoever in my entire life but Careless! Fighting back my upsurging thoughts, somewhere in the back of my decisive mind I was made up that i definitely would not ask for the change back.

BUT DOES THAT MAKE ME CARELESS?????

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Delhi to Bombay Sept 10, 2011 Via Garib Rath

I twisted my body for the tenth time on my berth. The watch flashed 10:00 PM. In an attempt to discover the cause behind my discomfort and sleeplessness I looked around the coach I was in. The entire coach was flooded with darkness and it seemed nobody stirred but me. All were fast asleep. Now, returning back to my berth, I almost found the reason. The guy on the opposite berth across from mine was lying on his berth but was lost in a newspaper. I turned towards the light which was powered on and now pricking me directly in the eyes instantly after my realizations.
He caught me looking at himself and removed the newspaper from between of us as it was blocking his view of me. He said, “You may let me know if the light troubles you”, followed by a grin.
“I will manage”, I replied with measured words. He smiled and said, “If you feel sleepy don’t hesitate to nudge me and ask for it”. I pinned him down with my glare and covered myself with the blanket.

Morning. The watch flashed 7:00 AM. I was wide awake, now seated comfortably on my berth and presently even the man on the opposite berth looks awake. In fact, he seems ready to clarify last night’s misunderstandings.
“You turned quiet red last night?” was his opening line. My mouth went open in amazement and after two seconds was shut tight. Speechless! What was I to fathom of ‘turning red’? He continued, “Dekhiye Reemaji….”
SHOCKING! He called me by my name! For once I couldn’t believe a fellow passenger could know my name and without second thought I put in,
“How do you know?”
“What?”
“My NAME?”
“Arey wohh! Dekhiye Reemaji aisa hai ki hum aate jaate apni aankh aur kaan khuli rakhte hain. Bahar list mein humne apka naam aur umra malum kiya tha”.
I was too baffled to speak. He went on, “This helps in building relation with our co-passengers”.
Build realtion? In my journey from Delhi to Bombay? I couldn’t make out the head or tail of the conversation that this man was trying to make.

“Aur Reemaji, It really doesn’t matter whether the lights are on or off if you are actually sleepy. Am being utterly honest. You couldn’t get sleep and so you blame the lights which is not fair”.
I was looking at him. A very calm and composed look. But deep within I wanted to shout! I tried not to look at him to discontinue the talk but he would find some or the other way of making eye contact with me. Try how hard I would this chap would not allow me retain my cool self and very soon I may have to get rude with him so that I could ward off his uselessness.

He was telling me about his nightmarish flight due to which he had resorted to travelling by trains and how he doesn’t get sleep in train journeys ever. He hailed from Delhi but was working in Mumbai since past few years. Then he comes to the topic of his marriage about which he was least bothered but wanted me to listen. I hesitated but he insisted.
He was called to Delhi by his parents so that he would be able to meet and like the girl his parents had chosen for him. So accordingly, on the appointed day, he and his parents set off to see the bride to be. It happened so that there was an unpleasant surprise awaiting them. They were in for a shock when the girl appeared and announced that she already was married secretly with another man!
OMIGOSH! I wondered what was I doing? Listening to personal elegies of strangers in the train? I finally had to break my silence.
“Look Mr…….”
“Call me Ripuhan”.
“Yes, I am sorry I have a headache. Could you please excuse me?”
“Ofcourse not!”
“Sorry?”
“You should take a medicine. Wait take this I have a Disprin”. He extended the tablet towards me.
“Ohh no! I don’t accept things from strangers. Thank you..”
“Stranger?? C’mon Reema just now I told you I am Ripuhan”.

We looked at each other. He held my gaze for a moment. Darkness suddenly enshrouded us as the train had moved into a tunnel.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Interview @ NIFT

I knew I would clear it. There was no excitement, no movement inside of me even when i reached the inside of NIFT campus, New Delhi. Observant very much as I am, I had to notice the kind of crowd at the Institute and had to make amalgamations through my thought processes. For eg. Girl A was tall and kinda broad but since she couldn't find blouse that could accomodate the width of her torso and thus was barely able to oygenate her loving self. But fashion has a funda, no matter how bulky you may be, still if you need to be in on fashion then you need to be in on what you wear even if it makes you shrink within!

Further listing a very hot instance about a hot contender of NIFT in hot pants (;)). She was approx 5'3" in height and had a very close to the 'RIGHT' figure! In her extra hot pants, I could easily sense her discomfort in moving around and how challenging it had turned out for the hot lass to carry off the hot pants with charm and grace and how the hot pants had slowly rendered as being immensely pathetic! Huh! But that's what the fashion industry commands! Dude, you got to be in on fashion.. (my foot!)

Gathering my senses back to the about to happen interview, I was moving around and along with other candidates through the main gates towards the apparel faculty. As I entered the Waiting room (empty Classroom) that had been directed to me by one of the professors, I was highly amazed by what I perceived. BARBIE DOLLS! As per my expectations, my NIFT classmates would be future designers, my friends and as simple at mind and heart as me but whoa!! (Dude! DID YOU IMAGINE GIRLS IN LONG SLEEVE KURTAS AND PYJAMAS READY TO ROCK AND ROLL THE ACADEMIA AT NIFT??)
The candidates waiting for their respective turns resembled painted dolls with little or no space for earth and canvas.

Entering the room I went ahead to be seated on a vacant chair next to a hugely built girl who was kind of writhing and worrying uncomfortably in her seat. One look at her and I had already thought of an apt tagline to describe her personality, Damsel in Distress (DID). Now, this DID would tell her name and few other details by which I find that she is engaged and is 24 years of age and is very unsure about the upcoming challenge (the interview) that she was about to face! Being of a humanistic nature, my sole priority at this juncture was to pacify her worries. So I go ahead and talk it out to her. Explain her the tips and tricks of the Interview. After listening to me, she looks lovingly at me and hug me (!) Okay! All eyes on us. I had made her feel easy but how would my fellow candidates know that??

One by one names were being announced. Very shortly it would be me and the Interviewers' panel. I was patient and very much at ease. I had no speck of dirt in my mind regarding my qualification of this Interview. Within half an hour or so, my name was called. Entering the room I could see grumpy faces turn into smiles (now my observant mind asked me whether this was due to me??)
I was shown my seat. Thanking the panel I modestly seated myself after which the interview session began which ran 15-20 mins long. I left the room content, with certain certainties and a Big Broad Smile! :)