Lateness Guranteed

What is it in India that takes 20 hours on an average for a 14 hour thing, is completely unable to manage disasters, has no plan B, keeps on growing on the number of the people using it day after day while its size still remains the same?

Unable to get it?

Or are you confused between a few things that happen in our beloved country. Well…let me give you a hint.

It was established by the british during their rule in our country. Today after winning an election politicians battle over the post for this particular ministry. It opens up 90 days in advance and even if you have a ticket on which you cannot travel and which gets automatically cancelled if not confirmed, you still need to pay up a small amount and yes, it keeps bringing people closer(literally).

Most of you people must have got it by now. For those who did not, I am talking about our Great Indain Railways.

The trains almost never arrive on the right time, and probably never leave at the right time. They have been unable to find a better solution to the naxals blowing up their tracks which caused the gyaneshwari accident except not allowing any trains on that patch after dark. And yes not to forget who literally  aree bringing people closer to each other. These are but a few problems that we the people face due to the lethargic attitude of the Indain railways. But here I focus on one problem in particular, the waiting time for the trains.

Go to any railway station, one announcement can be prominently heard,”passengers please take note, train number xxxxx up/down going from ABC to XYZ, so and so express is running late for so many hours. The inconvenience caused is deeply regretted.”Now my question is when do these people really start regretting it? When to they really feel regertful and do something about it? Or is it some kind of a situation where absolutely nothing can be done? As far as the last question is concerned, i dont think YES could be an answer. There is always something that can be done.

Take the Gyaneshwari Incident for example. Naxalites blew up the tracks during the dark, caused a train to derail and thereby many people got killed or injured. So until a solution to this problem was found out no trains were allowed in that patch after sunset. Ok, wise decision. But for God’s sake that was almost an year ago now. Why do they want to show their ineptness to deal with things, by still continuing with the same solution. And if you do really wish to keep doing that, atleast revise the train timings. How long does that take now. Given the complicacy and the mutual dependency of the vast Indain Rail network, I don’t think it should take the authority more than a month. After all that is their job.

The solution that I feel can bring the Indian Rail Authority out of this obesity is if there comes in effect a law which mandates the Indain Rail to return back a part or whole of the fare depending upon the extent of lateness. I believe that they have nothing to lose in this particular area, which is why they are unable to get the proper motivation for work. If they start losing money for late trains, they will automatically do something or the other to save the money. And whatever we get in the end will be better than the present. And yes, if they want we can also say while taking the money,”aapko hui aasuvidha k liye hame khed hai!!”



Imagine a Diwali away from home in a lonely place called Surat, where in you have never ever stayed away from home for the biggest festival of India. Sounds lonely, isn’t it! But imagine a Diwali, the biggest festival in India with some of the nicest people, good friends and awesome colleagues around (read Onkar Singh, Ankit Shukla, Sujoy Das and Mohit Kamra),

dosen’t it sound great. Well I had this awesomest Diwali experience this time, when my work forced me to spend my Diwali in Surat, away from home with none of my family members around. This is post is nothing but a manifestation of my experience of Diwali 2010. If I would have posted this post on confluence a year ago, I would have had to face music from Gaurav and Deval, but since now I own this site and also people do not visit this site any more with the same enthusiasm as before, I don’t think I will have any issues with this post being put up on confluence. Anyway it was always about giving your idea a stage, if people were interested in it or not has always been a different issue and totally upon the people.

In more than one ways, this Diwali was very abnormal for me. The first thing was being away from home during the one time everyone is home. But add to the list having no restrictions, bursting firecrackers on the footpath with traffic on both sides, getting involved in a rocket fight with the other side of the road with some completely unknown people as my teammates and then being in the crossfire of the same war, standing on the footpath watching the expensive crackers light up the night sky as if it were a firecracker show, bursting firecrackers at 12 am after everyone has slept just to wake them up make the abnormal sound above normal. This once this abnormality was actually above normality for me.

But with this Diwali experience I realized one thing about the surti public. These people are totally insane and got no sense of shame. Normally it sounds bad, but don’t forget here everything is abnormal. Why else would anyone come lock their homes and come out on the streets just to light their firecrackers. Why else would anyone light a rocket horizontal instead of vertically, with its direction towards the other side of the road. Why else would anyone buy a “4000 ki ladi”, tie it to their bikes and light it up while the bike moves on the road full speed in full traffic. If you can imagine it was quiet a stunt. Why else would anyone burst their crackers right in front of the shop where they bought it (this one thing we did too…the madness had to get us..we could not escape it :P).

 Yet such kind of mindless behavior, though good sometimes, may not be good at all times, and in some cases even harmful to others. What we need to think is that why do we need to have fun at the cost of others’ safety. Why can’t we devise some harmless ways of having fun? Why do we need to blow up huge amounts of money in fire crackers also at the same time affecting our health, others’ health and also damaging the environment, just to have fun? Yes that feeling of joy comes in our hearts when the sky lights up. No doubt about it. But is it worth it? If everyone just donated the money they burn in crackers for nothing but a mere show of spectacle, India would become a lot better place. But some mentalities are not easy to change. Some traditions are hard to give up. After all it is these fireworks that make us unique. Also the very large industry making these very fireworks provides employment to a lot of people. Yes there is a problem of child labour, but if we stop buying these firecrackers, we would then though prevent a lot of fires, save lot of children from getting their childhoods spoilt, also give rise to unemployment, which is also a big problem in a country like India. But it is not that we cannot do something about it. Buy firecrackers, but see to it that they are not made by children. Try and burst only such crackers which pollute as least as possible. Donate some amount of what you blow in fire crackers as charity. Try and make Diwali a festival of joy for all, not just for some who can pay money for it.

And above all, please don’t have fun with firecrackers at the expense of others. Don’t be an incendiary, just for the fun of it. Be responsible and behave responsibly when you light firecrackers. Who knows today you are having fun, tomorrow someone else will be having fun while you burn. For the next year,


Bending the Arch

I’m looking through the window of my room. Gushes of light flood into the room through the netlon (which is now a generic trademark for nettings I guess). The hyacinth sunlight blinds my eyes while they try to look into the future through the window.


The view

The picture is very vivid and gives me a clear picture of reality. As the saying goes, there is always room at the top. I see the opposite wall of the square building in which I reside. The walls are filled with arrays of windows and from each of these windows, someone is peering at exactly the same things towards which I do. The walls are enshrined at the top by arches and there is a smaller hollow arch inside these bigger arches. They’re like these teasers trying to lure me into the bait and asking me to jump up and go through the hollow arch. I think there is freedom on the other side. Freedom, although overrated, is definitely one thing that tops my priority list.

Above the arches, is the endless sky; pure blue sky with no clouds to distract. The stability and the constance even when viewed through the tiny netting holes, endorses permanence. Change or stability? Yet another another big question.

I ask questions! But do I ever find answers? Am I waiting for 2012 for the ultimate truth? Will that happen? Now, that’s one thing I’m looking forward to. One thing which is like a huge dominoes pizza to me! I want to have a bite of it. Please, let me.

Okay enough of that. Coming closer to reality, the sunlight is falling on a bottle of water. The water sparkles. I’m looking at it for answers. It tells me, “Go do your work, arse!” I pry further, trying to coerce it into giving me the answers. It still sparkles in its permanence. (The mood i website is open in the background. Wow! Give it a shot. Ubercool. Does it depress me? Naee…).

What do I do next? I close the window… The sun is shining too much. Next? Wait for 2012. Till then?

What? Dive into that hollow arch of mine. And if you miss your aim, who cares? There are many on this side of the arch and even if you manage to go beyond, the others wouldn’t notice you there because there are many more arches to bend!

The girl with a beautiful smile

After completing most of the daily chores, i headed towards race course tower to do day’s last work .Race course towers ,place like cloud nine from outside as usually surrounded by most intrigue beauties of city .I call them intrigue as till date i don’t know what were they doing outside such gloomy place ? May be they were placed there by the gluttonous traders who inhabited RCT .They provided not only with materialistic desires but also provided techniques to become fittest in this darwin’s world. By the murkiness of RCT one can make out people residing in it where like blood sucking demons who lived on money and sucked it from any innocent soul who entered RCT.


After enjoying mystic beauties outside, I went in search of elevator as I wanted to go to fifth floor, topmost floor of RTC.I climbed stairs in hope of finding elevator but there were none, so desperately I went to basement .But before I could reach elevator I had to pass through some goofy eyes who from outside seemed so innocent as newly born baby but I knew beneath was hidden infinite greed. So ignoring them I went elevator and pressed green button although I knew it was already being pressed by other beings waiting for elevator. I could sense uneasiness they were feeling as these modern technologies have though given as much physical comfort as man could ever imagine but it has taken spiritual gift given to man by almighty, named patience. Finally elevator arrived, opening doors and all waiting souls rushed in as if their sole goal in life is to reach their destination. But I can understand and I pity them as I knew there were held under spell of traders who promised to fulfil their desires. Well I was also one of the victims and came under spell of beautiful sorceress who promised me to teach a mystic skill named pro e to draw any machine part in this world in return of money which according to her was very meagre in comparison of what she was offering to me and yes my friend being an engineer, I too was tempted.


Finally I reached the office and seeing me she smiled and asked straight away if I had brought her recompense or not .I had brought money in fact I had to as I had yearned so much to acquire that skill. As soon as I gave her money, she called for her aide who on her command handed me a awful bag and a volume which had methods to develop that mystic skill which used the mankind’s most useful and even most harming creation, computer. Her aide guided me to the gloomy place where many such machines called computer were kept and besides them beings full of apathy and exhaustion. But still I could see desperateness and yearning in them to acquire their respective skill. I went inside to become part of that agony to fulfil my hunger of being better than others and to take first step to acquire that skill that will in future help me to earn more and thus an attempt to satisfy my greed of money .Afraid, yes I was afraid like hell as I feared that paleness I saw on their face but I knew soon I will be accustomed to it and will mingle with them and become lifeless like thirsty man in the middle of the desert but having hope to get out with treasures of the desert after harsh suffering in a few days. But out of blue I saw something, so pure so pious, a smile. It was like a ray of light in darkness, oasis in midst of desert, first drop of rain after scorching heat of summer and so beautiful oh my God, my Almighty is that is what feel of heaven? I wondered for this many years what is beautiful possession of woman and at that instant I got my answer it’s not those beautiful curves, not even most disguised den of sensuality. Its her lips so soothing , sensuous, deep red like haima .From the distance I could feel its softness and then suddenly my euphoria was destroyed by the tutor who was going to teach me pro e in two months. While he was telling something to me, I was engrossed in just one thought how could a friger like me feel something so pure like that? So I again looked at that beauty and she smiled again. Seeing her it felt something magical as if deep down my heart, joy was stored in some kind of container and not allowed even to lick till just one gaze made joy and happiness explode from that container and it kept multiplying like nuclear fission reaction.


After half an hour my tutor told me to do practice of what he had taught that day. So I went and sat next to her. Again I gazed her in a way she will not notice me but she did and faced me and I saw just her eyes deep blue and I felt as if lost in them as a being lost in vast ocean. Indeed I was lost I reached a neverland. Yes my neverland full of flowers, greenery but no insects nor even a single harmful being around, beautiful climate -mild cold but still snowflakes coming from light blue sky, lounges made of flowers kept nearby and soft music playing nearby which soothed the soul . As I turned, I found a river of chocolate flowing nearby. Was I dreaming? I rubbed my eyes .No it was really a river of chocolate .Then suddenly I felt someone’s hand on my shoulder. It was her that mystic beauty but adorned in white attire like angel. She again showed me her charming smile and instantly I wondered who is she? As if she had heard it she told me” Glass is still half filled, Ray but only thing is you are seeing it as half empty. Did you like this place?” I nodded in affirmation. She continued” It’s your heaven, your cloud nine. See here there are no machines, no people, no restlessness, no competition, just peace, calmness and plain-simple natural beauty”. To which I interrupted “Just like your smile”. She giggled and continued” Enjoy as much as you want dear, relax.”Then she disappeared and then I had most beautiful and happiest moments listening to soft music, bathing in chocolate river and what not. As I lay asleep on flowery lounge she appeared again and softly told me that it was the  time to return. I begged her to let me stay or atleast promise me to bring there again. On which she said “It is your world dear. You can visit it whenever you wish .World is what you see, black to some eyes, black &white to some others and colourful as rainbow or kaleidoscope to few lucky ones”. With those words she faded away and I was there again in that room but it no more seemed gloomy to me nor people around me were sad .And I understood I wasn’t there to learn pro e to survive in this world but was there to do something new, to taste life from different angle, to share few moments of life with different people. Suddenly in the midst of typhoon of thoughts I realized that girl, my angel was not there. I turned to see her leave the room and for the last time I saw her smile so mystic, so pure, and so peaceful that till date and till the day I die, I will never forget it.


From that day, traders were no longer blood sucking monsters and nor was RTC anymore gloomy and I stopped friging also as I didn’t consider that nakedness as beauty anymore. The world was just as I saw it, my heaven, my cloud nine.

Name me!

I was just sky gazing the other day I got lost in the mesmerizing maze up there. It was pretty disorienting. I lost my sense of up and down. Number of thoughts nearly equalling to those of the twinkling stars were clashing in my brain; when something called me. Let that something be called the ‘x’, the universal variable. I hope this variable finds it true identity.

X: Hello my master!

I was a bit awkward as it whooshed past me and also perhaps no one had called me master with so much reverence! I did not comprehend as to who was talking to me.

Me: Hi. May I know who this is?

X: I don’t know. (Someone else of the same species replied. So it can be said that x is a set.)

Me: Sorry! How come you don’t know the answer to that?

X: You are supposed to tell me that.

Me: Uh huh! I am not some scientist that I’d be able to decipher that code. I’m just a common man.

X: So what? The common man demands so many rights but when it comes to anything else… He is just a common man with no power at his disposal!

Me: Excuse me! You’ve no right to say that. I’ll prove that I can do things. Okay. Tell me, what do you do?

(The little push to the common man’s ego made him plunge into the pool of action)

X: That’s better. I’m someone in your brain. I can’t explain exactly what I am because you are supposed to tell me that. I’m not a neuron or an electron or a synapse or some tendon. I actually give you ideas. Just like the one you’re having right now.

Me: Huh! I’m not even a biologist or some expert in brain anatomy but I perhaps get what you’re trying to convey. I don’t think the genesis of thought has yet been discovered!

X: You’re pretty close. I’m (in fact we) that which gives birth to thought and carries it along. I run along undiscovered paths every time to reach the best destination. I run a lot as I don’t have a predilection for shorter paths but just for the final destination. I do a lot of work but I am not named yet. I want a name. Please name me!

I remained silent as they continued to race along at mind boggling speeds producing thousands of other creations of their own. Perhaps the X in your brain just started out in disgust or awe or whatever…