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Life is short. 

Work is more. 

Every person's life is itself one tell-tale, a story. 

He intended to write a thrilling eventful script. 

Every person aspires a powerful, eventful thrilling plot.

He or she is the central character of the theme. 

Events in his/her life lead them to a helpless situation in most of the cases.

The story which Destiny makes them write is quite a different story than their original plot/theme. 

It comes as the most tragic moment in his/her late-life when he/she compares notes-what they intended to write and what actually turned out. 

That is life. You do not know what Destiny has kept in store for you. One thing is certain. 

If you do not change path frequently, if you do not falter at the turn of circumstances against you, and that you stick to your noble profession, ultimately you are bound to succeed.

Next Interview.

Question:            Hi! Long time no see?

Answer:               Hi you ‘r right. Sort of.

Question:            What’s new?

Answer:               Nothing, usual, sort of.

Question.            Chasing still your dream?

Answer:               sort of.

Question:            the Valentine?

Answer:               Sort of.

Question:            Where you meet?

Answer:               new building.

Question:            What’s that?

Answer:               Sort of. That’s that.

Question:            Where’s  new bldg?

Answer:               new site of the city.

Question.            OK let it go. What u doing there?

Answer:               standing.

Question:            standing where?

Answer:               inside the window.

Question:            where is window?

Answer:               first floor

Question:            which window?

Answer:               union office.

Question:            what’s union.

Answer:               an office.

Question:            where was she?

Answer:               on the road to her workplace.

Question:            you sure kidding.

Answer:               sort of.

Question:            last she was inside of her window?

Answer:               you r guess’d right.

Question:            and u were on a roadside? Last time?

Question:            this time you inside of a window frame?

Answer:               you r right. Sort of.

Question.            And she on a side of a road?

Answer.               You ‘r right.

Question:            What for she on a roadside?

Answer.               Coming.

Question:            coming? Wherefrom and whereto?

Answer:               her destination.

Question.            Ok.let it pass. Was she on foot?

Answer.               No.

Question:            How was she on roadside?

Answer:               in her car.

Question:            what time?

Answer:               eleven.

Question:            morning?

Answer:               of course.

Question:            What you doing in window frame?

Answer:               looking. waiting.

Question:            waiting? Looking what?

Answer:               scenery.

Question:            Did she see you?

Answer:               I don’t know.

Question:            She in a moving car?

Answer:               sort of.

Question:            did you see her?

Answer.               Not at first.

Question:            why u no see?

Answer:               dizzy.

Question:            when you see?

Answer:               After a moment.

Question:            you say car was moving?

Answer:               sort of.

Question:            what next?

Answer:               she slowed.

Question:            next?

Answer:               she stopped.

Question:            next?

Answer:               she talked with her sister .

Question:            next?

Answer:               she wanted to back up.

Question:            why?

Answer:               I do not know.

Question:            where is the roadside?

Answer:               new building.

Question:            What is new building?

Answer:               it is new building.

Question:            Ok  what next?

Answer:               She backed up, took her car in reverse.

Question:            what color?

Answer:               white.

Question:            who was driving?

Answer:               she drives.

Question:            where she go?

Answer:               backed up for a place to park.

Question:            where is parking?

Answer:               Every where.  Any where.

Question:            what do you mean?

Answer:               I mean she can park anywhere.

Question:            How you know?

Answer:               It is her prerogative by virtue of her status.

Question:            is she a big shot?

Answer:               of course.

Question:            next?

Answer:               after  a while after depositing the car she returned walking on foot.

Question:            on the roadside?

Answer:               on the walkway adjacent to roadside.

Question:            what u did?

Answer:               I had waited.

Question:            what next?

Answer:               she appeared on the scene.

Question:            next?

Answer.               She stopped.

Question:            where?

Answer:               on pavement.

Question:            She looked?

Answer:               sort of.

Question:            next?

Answer:               I looked.

Question:            what you see?

Answer                :               she standing in person in front of me.

Question:            what next?

Answer:               she turned to climb steps

Question:            what next?

Answer:               she turned back.

Question:            what for?

Answer:               to wish an acquaintance.

Question:            did she look back?

Answer:               you r right.

Question:            what happened to u?

Answer:               I was dazed.

Question:            what next?

Answer:               she climbed steps and went her way.

Question:            what you did?

Answer:               as usual it strike me late to follow her.

Question:            what you did?

Answer:               after some time light dawned in me.

Question:            what you did?

Answer:               I went to first floor entrance.

Question:            then?

Answer:               I waited.

Question:            how u know she will come?

Answer:               she went to  her place, dress and go for mention.

Question:            what is mention?

Answer:               you would not know all this.

Question:            OK did she come back?

Answer:               of course.

Question:            Did she see you?

Answer:               I don’t know.

(to be continued)

He was there to enjoy rather than anything. Around him his colleagues sat

motionless, eyes half-closed  like a mass of people curled up in the shade, certain faces stood out and their strange charm drew his eyes and heart, he loved them, he listened to them, he became one with them.   This was a daily routine with the same time throughout the day.

Of all, she was aware of it. There was woven during this course of time one of the bonds of

sympathy and nearness which touched the very depths of their hearts.  Never by word of mouth they  translated into the region of consciousness when the period was over and the thread that binds souls snapped nothing is left of it.  It is a state familiar to lovers of justice especially when they were young and surrender to,  the essence of daily sittings and is so completely charmed that that the full savor is not one unless it is enjoyed through another and so it is that at a proceeding  they instinctively sought friendly eyes among the lot.

Among such friends, he was attracted by one single face which he happened to see a glimpse of it at one such proceeding.  It was the face of an aspirant who was sure to become famous like all her other senior colleagues. She seemed to adore them without realizing their real ugly piteous self and the pain and agony of the long journey in the profession had made them stones and rocks rather than humans.

She had a wonderful oval-like pleasant profile which was self proclaiming and needed no proof to convey  that she had an aristocratic bearing and gorgeous background. She had all the fine features of a well-bred maiden from a well to do family. Her eyes spoke about her self-confidence to tackle anything and everything without difficulty.  She was smiling and light-hearted about her way of life because everything had come to her easily.  It is perhaps in such light-hearted girls who are out to devote their life on a particular profession that, there is the great awakening of pleasure and joy and pride that they lived happy for the day.

It gave an exquisite pleasure to him to look at her. A pretty face would always warm his mind and heart.  He could enjoy without any desire.  He found joy in it.

She was aware that he was watching, following her.  Unconsciously there was set up between them a magnetic current of liking for each other. As they met almost every day, always in the same place and in the same circumstances, they quickly learned about each other’s likes and dis-likes. At certain times they would exchange meaningful glances at each other.  When she particularly liked some performance, of a colleague she would just put out her tongue as though to lick her lips.  If she did not think much of it, she would wrinkle-up her little nose.  In such little tricks sometimes during very serious and important proceedings she would try to look grave and serious.  She would turn her profile towards him that she was tired and exhausted or sometimes she looked  at herself quite absorbed in some matters and smile to herself and look out of the corner of her eye to see if he noticed.

 

They were friends without exchanging a word, and even without having attempted at least to meet outside of the routine professional hum-drum.  This went on and on for days months and years……

 

 

 

 

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 After passing some years of married life,  man considers himself mal-adjusted.  Thereafter,  he carries on life who carries weight on his back for the sake of a job to carry load.  There is an under-current of dis-satisfaction, jealousy, frustration showing on his face.      He feels hankering, a sense of waste of life etc.  With many it remains a guarded secret.  It goes with him in the grave.  None speaks of it.

Take for example the life of a Prince.  He is married to the most beautiful princess of an importent kingdom.  In the life of the Prince also this type of frustration is foremost.  This is true with respect to all famous people.  This is true with respect to famous ladies. They feel much.

This is true in respect of both the genders. The woman feels like-wise after some years of married life.  There is a sense of dis-satisfaction, frustration   showing in her attitude.  She feels that she were out-matched.That she deserved better.  Every one feels him/her fooled or think it would have been better to stay single.

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 In my lighter mood, I wrote my views on different subjects.  In the beginning I started with writing about burning probllems of the country. I know it is easy to write in against or to critize about anything than offering some constructive ideas about it.  I was born and brought up by conservative  orthodox family, the mother being highly religious and believing in superstitions. My father would hold normal Hindu males would hold views on religion duty etc.  My mother's teachings and advice influenced my early school years. I was considered a shy type and an ordinery calibred student in the eyes of the teachers and the class mates. My goodness was taken as ignorence and poor knowledge on any subject.

 

In school debating lessons students had to spect on two sides of a suject, one in favour of the subject and the other on in opposition of the same given subject.  I would like to nerrate an incident that happened during the course of such school debates.  The given subject was"India has got Independence".

Most of the students very eagerly took part on the subject and spoke in favour side.  I was the only one who opted to speak on the against side of the subject.  I started with it was independence for name's sake. There was no real independence.  The plight of the poor remained worse.  There was shortage of everything.  There was no progress.  The leaders were involved in unnecessary debates about people welfare but actually there was no change in peoples'  life.  I criticized the ruling party for indecision.I cited of scandals mis appropriation of money and waste of our money.  I said that there should be compulsary military training and the leaders should be honest and all that.  It was the year of 1948.  The country had got independence for less than an year.  The Principal and the audience got upset and the situation took an unexpected turn. I was recalled.  The Principal pressed his button that my time was over and I was recalled.The audience of students raised protest slogans.

 

After the debate the class boys tore down my books, my cap some pulled my shirt collar and its buttons got uprooted from the stitches and were pulled out.  My books were torn down into pages.  When I came home, my mother saw me in such a state of affairs that she got wild mad at me because she felt I had quarrelled with fellow students again etc.  

For about a month I went slow. At home I brought stationery articles gathered all old issues of Readers Digest, health journals,books of cross-word puzzles, book of thoughts and other comic books.  I started writing a wall-paper for the school students notice board and with day date and my name used to stick it in the box. The boys sometimes tore it out, passed undue comments and all that.  By the time of the end of the term my journal became a regular feature on the notice board and and it appeared students liked it as it was not torn or defaced. Gradually it seemed I was recognised as a school entity carrying some importance.  In school getting recognition was a heavy task.  Majority of the students were from families of professionals and had their own groups.  I tried to form my group by inviting them to contribute to write on my wall-paper and I took part in their activities even to the distaste of some of them.  I was glad I was getting recognition.  I started being over jolly and friendly wishing every one for anything and every thing during break-periods and lunch hours and short breaks.  I was too wished and got heads nod by them when I passed or entered their group. I took part in elections in cultural show etc.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It is seen from old records that China did conduct their first nuclear test on October 14 of 1964 alarming all the nations of the world. It could be now possible that a country like China would be able to inflict great damage to the Supper Powers because of their proficiency in acquiring nuclear technology mastery. Direct action was required to be initiated against Chinese nuclear capabilities. Even policy of assassinating Chinese Nuclear staff for a longer time effect was necessary. Destruction of research and development facilities in this area and personnel would have achieved a desired effect. Policy of the world powers to combat nuclear expansion through diplomatic pressure and imposing sanctions has not had the desired results as can be seen in the context of the present situation vis a vis nip it in the bud. 

Over-population has sickened the cities. The cities are encircled by smog generated by the vehicles, the factories making eyes burn, nose run and throats rasp. This is with respect to every city in the country. Environmental pollution is at its height. The poor are the worst sufferers. They live in slums. They have no access to pure water. Sanitation and hygienic conditions are poor. There is a mad rush towards the cities. The cities as it is are over populated. They can not absorb extra migrants. In towns and cities, business is at its lowest ebb. Businesses have failed. Unemployment is high. Business is undertaken on family ties and relations and not on merits and modern methods. Chief executives are linked by blood rather than professional background. Business transactions are conducted on much more personal level.

Corruption is an integrated part of the system. The people do not feel particularly offended by it. It has been accepted as a fact of life. It is interwoven in traditions and structures. As one old man in the village laments, "These are ungrateful times." Irregular rains have ruined the life in the villages. Four years of drought have forced many a helpless to migrate to towns and cities in search of government assistance or jobs.
It is a gift the democracy has given to its people. You can have influence as a humble man in a little town if you know the local member of the legislative assembly. Corruption gives anybody and everybody an access. "'But revelations that the top leaders were involved in scams and scandals of billions have shocked the people. To fight corruption is to risk your life. The coin has been tossed but it hangs in air. Nobody knows what the future will be. This is our country we do not want to accept and acknowledge. People live in utmost poverty, scratching at modernity part time with nothing and part time with things they can not afford. The future will work will reconcile our past with reality. No one is sure of anything. Every where money is tight. Necessities of life have increased. They stand outside the house of the money lender. He gives the usual reply of no money available and asks to come later or send some one to inquire. Our country's character changes from street to street. It is a country of diversity in unity. It is tough place to live in border areas. It has plenty of noise, dirt pollution corruption drugs and crime. It is a land of opportunity, a magnet of opportunity. You do not come here to give up. You come here to survive against all odds. The border areas are a place of fresh chance flexible class structures, hustle and hope. All are lost in hope and daydreams. Without hope they would not have survived so far. Every day rises with new hopes and every evening sets with a new future. People have paralyzed themselves in dreams and hopes. The government and the administrators do not want people making noise. They do not want small things to turn into big things. In other words they are maid. The banks are broke so the people operate without them as if they were never there. The middle class people are now tired of this sort of stagnancy. They want a change. They want something to happen to make life easy for them. They represent half of the population of the country.