An Hour In PARLIAMENT HOUSE

I do not know that what I am going to say has any future connotation or it is just another site seeing (I say this because I saw there many people like me)!

I got an opportunity to be in the Public Gallery of LOK SABHA today!

I VISITED THE PARLIAMENT OF INDIA, the institution which rules the country of which I am a proud (and also a not so proud) citizen.

The proof of my visit is the Pass which every visiting individual must have, duly approved by a sitting MP. Unfortunately, I cannot upload the Pass (though I still have it with me now).

We were four of us: Shubhum, Bipin, Bhupal Mamu and I.

There are 7 check points from the entry to the Public Gallery. Pockets are virtually emptied by the time one reaches the PG. Only paper currency is allowed (not even coins!). They even asked me to deposit my hanky! I wonder a day may come when out of security reasons visitors would be asked to deposit their clothes. This will be the height of security!

After going through all the security checks I finally entered the Public Gallery. I was guided to sit on a wooden bench by one of the security personnel. He gave some DONOT instructions: do not talk or whisper, do not lean on front bench, do not sit with one leg on the other... For a moment I felt I am back in my nursery days!

I was curious to see the political leaders present in the House. Some of them I could immediately recognize: Advani, Susma Swaraj, Sarad Yadav, Arjun Munda, Nishikant Dubey. 1 or 2 I could recognize by face but could not recall their names.

Unfortunately, all the big names from the govt side were absent (my bad luck!!). Our visiting hour was from 2PM to 3PM. While leaving the PG I could recognize only Agatha Sangma from the ruling side.

There were many thoughts rising and falling in the mind like ebb and flow of a sea in full moon night which I'll write later.

As for now in short:

I WAS HAPPY AND I WAS SAD!!!

SASURAL GENDA PHOOL

The title may remind many of the song from the movie DELHI-6. But here I am talking about the TV series coming on Star Plus from Monday to Friday at 7:30PM. I have watched almost all the episodes; some thorough Youtube and most recent ones directly from the TV channel.

This serial has come as fresh breeze in the stinging contaminated air created by the usual Saash-Bahu drama.

SGP is a story of a simple, innocuous boy coming from middle class who is married to an arrogant but kind-hearted girl from an affluent family. There are mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law also a good understanding among them.

I feel it is a worth watch!!!

Abruptness

I start writing abruptly. After some free flow of words (or may be not-so-free-flow) things stop abruptly.

Abruptness has been an integrated part of my personality. Nothing planned before nothing thought before; just start and just stop!

All my life I have been paying price for the abruptness of my action. Writing of this post too is an offshoot of my abruptness.

Dry & Hot Month: April 2010

This is the third blog in this month... almost a dry month... Hot too... The temperature is soaring upwards with no respite evident in coming days; yesterday being 44 degrees Centigrade in Delhi, highest in 52 years.

Is it the effect of global warming?

A simple question with no simple answer.

Worst, today it drizzled. A heavy rain would bring great relief.

Yesterday appeared for SBI P.O. exam. Objective type questions 200 in 2 hours. I wonder what purpose these type of exams serve?

My younger bro brought TV tuner card... got cable connections... so full time TV watching...

HAVE STARTED WATCHING "SASURAL GENDA PHOOL" RELIGIOUSLY

:)

Reminiscence from Childhood-1

Childhood is like a beautiful dream (for most of us); before we realize we are awake to the harsh reality of life. They leave a nostalgic vacuum for rest of life. We yearn to live them live again but...

Walking down the memory lane, I could recollect few incidents, though vaguely, which for some unknown reasons still remain itched in memory.

1. Ma told me the story, I am going to narrate, now. Well, I do not have the faintest of recollection of this incident. I was about 3 years old. One day I got hold of a Hindi magazine, I guess it was Sarita. There were few pictures of some eminent politicians in one of the pages I had turned. I asked my mother who they were. She told me their names; Rajiv Gandhi and Indira Gandhi. Papaji was also present when this conversation between mother and son was going on. I guess he was a silent spectator to all this. Then after few days Ma got the magazine. This time she asked me the name of the personalities she had earlier told me. Coincidently, Papaji was also present. To their utter surprise I could easily recollect the names. Papaji was very impressed so much so that he got me enrolled in the primary school of our village Chitra.
2. This story dates back to when I was around 3 and 1/2 years old. I was already enrolled in the primary school in my village (Chitra, jharkhand). One day for some reason Rajaramji (our caretaker) did not come to pick me up after the school. One of the teachers then dropped me home on his bicycle. When we reached home my father was watering the plants. Once I got down from his bicycle my father asked me to say "thank you" to him but I was too shy to say that. I stood behind the pillar hiding myself and praying somehow Sir should leave so that I do not have to say "Thank You" to him. After waiting for 1-2 minutes he left. I was relieved.

A Fool's arrival on Fool's Day in the City of Wise

Today, this fool completes one year in the city of wise, Delhi!

Coming to Delhi was not a conscious decision in first place. After quiting from the job in Dec, 2008 I was pretty sure of what not to do; getting into software job again. But I was not very sure then (and so I am now) about what I wanted to do next. After spending around 4 months doing nothing, I decided to shift to Delhi.

I wanted to return to my core engineering, that is, EEE. The plan was to join a coaching institute, IES Made Easy Coaching which would refresh my engineering subjects I had virtually forgotten completely after three years of stressed and tension dominated life. I was relieved!

Finally the journey commenced from B'lore on 30th March, 2009. It was a little nostalgic moment leaving B'lore where I spend 3 years but then the choice was made. There was no looking back.

Around 10:30AM on 1st of April, 2009 Shubhum and I arrived by Karnataka Express to New Delhi. Luckily the journey was smooth and so was the shifting.

Looking back, last one year has been productive in more than one ways:

• I gained my psychological equanimity I had lost in B'lore because of the software job. Every day, every moment I felt I was ill suited for it. But could not muster the strength to quit the job. Secretly, every day I prayed to God to liberate me somehow from this "peril" (and surprisingly, He responded and I am THANKFUL to Him).
• I was happy to come back to my core engineering. A guilt feeling had crept inside me (that I had betrayed my core engineering), from the very moment I joined software field, evaporated.
• I came to know that IITs get research projects which I can join as a recruit and besides, I can pursue part time MS or MTech. Wonderful information which I never had earlier!
• Lastly but most importantly, I restored here the lost link with spirituality. Spirituality has become my LIFELINE or BACKBONE or FOUNDATION or BASIS so on and so on of my existence. (Details some other time)

All in all the rocket is on the expected trajectory (taking into account 5-10% of error in calculation :P).

Hopefully the destination will be reached in this LIFETIME!

Amen