The Gangs of Vijaipur :)

P.S: This Blog eventually turned out to be a bit personal, shared names from my life which you all might not know. So, Please bear with me. Bhawnaao ko samjho dost.

Time is indeed the best healer of all the problems we face in our life, of all the battles we fight with ourselves & of all the worries we unnecessarily surround ourselves with.  Almost an year back when I wrote my earlier blog, time was playing games with me. It was testing my patience by beleaguering me with the troubles of career & failure. And here I am sailing hard against those troubles and finally learning the ideology of “quéserá, será”

Rewind the time to almost two years back and I along with my friends find us thrown off by our company at a desolate place called Vijaipur. Entering here gave us a feeling that even dogs have a better kennel than this place. Initial days at Vijaipur were like a battleground where our Veer Yodha Aditya Garg used to fight with the "Department of Assholes- HR" regarding hostel allocation. We luckily won the war and HR people could sense a zephyr of retribution in the winds of Vijaipur since then. I got pissed off with the administration & sycophancy creeping in the Vijaipur and it was then I decided to tread on the eventful journey of preparation for CAT.  Luckily, the CAT wave took along with it many victims namely Piyush, Addi and Pandey. We had a mission of escaping through this prison and by god’s grace we all have now started dreaming about life after GAIL or rather JAIL.

I would always remember Vijaipur not by feeling of a first job posting, but by the blessing of such a rocking group of friends I had.  The leader of our Gangs of Vijaipur,BattiBhaiyya has been the torchbearer of all the noble deeds we did, be it burning Director Projects R.D GOEL’s invitation purdahs or using the office cars for our funtrips. Had Batti not been there, we all would never have felt good living in this place. I think we truly owe him a lot (though he owes me big time for molesting me as if I am his “ishika” :P :P) . The mommy of our gang,Addy Garg, was alwaysso possessive about his things that even F.R.I.E.N.D.S’smonica would get embarrass with her obsession.  Will miss his motivational talks, be it on the football ground convincing me that Tudu is a selfish bastard& I am playing good or be it the CAT motivational talks he used to give during my times of lows. Then the TAAU of our group Ajay Malik, The RohtakJaat, truly follows his Khap ideology and so has never touched a girl in his life (although everynight before sleeping he longs for this desire :P). He has a mini Wikipedia inside his growing tummy and knows the answer to any got damn technical question in any domain. Now comes the younger generation of our gang:The Multi talented polyglot, PiyushShrivastava,as pure as the character of Sunny Leone and as transparent as the blouse of poonampandey. He is one gem of a person I met in Vijaipur and indeed shared some nice close talks with him, be it sharing about our special ones or worrying about our careers ahead.He can play any damn game on this earth and can solve any maniac question of Verbal ability even in an inebriated state. Then, comes my Royal Civil Partner ChotaPandey, the official Playboy at Vijaipur or in BadaPandey’s terms “The Kiss & Tell Guy :P “. He has been my partner in crimes of all the lies I used to tell to my boss. A Technical brain like his and a Manipulative brain like me made quite a lethal combo in the deptt which actually proved quite deadly for my pitiable boss Lallaa. Poor lalla may god bless him with some other life where he is freed from all the gaalis he keeps on listening every day. And now comes the Robin Hood of Vijaipur, AnindyaPandey, the magician who can pull any got damn joke out of his hat that everyone becomes a fan of his bakaiti. Pandey, we shared some elite corporate talks and hopefully our “Don’t Tell me & Tell me na” would continue at some conference meeting of a company someday. I will surely miss those badminton matches, those concerned talks of calculating the opportunity costs of our dreaded futures and our futile attempt at hitting the gym.

And now while writing about my stay at Vijaipur, I am realizing that life there was actually not that bad as I thought it would be initially. We all actually developed a small sweet family of ours, supporting each other & making fun at each other (unfortunately usually at me) & enjoying in whatever little we had there. I will miss this sweet little family of ours and I just hope that every member of this family reach to the apex in their aspirations, where we all can celebrate the sweet smell of victory someday atop.

A Statutory warning to you all: Don’t even dare to forget each other in the busy times ahead. Otherwise Batti will come in your dreams and make them even more darker with his appearance (Apology Batti).

A Wishful Thought

Thoughts are the most powerful intangible assets of a man. An asset that he possesses, how difficult the conditions may be, how desolate the state of mind be or how adverse the situations be. An asset which reflects the true self of the owner, an asset which can bring about Success or a Setback too. A single thought of using the Overtly Social nature of a man transformed Mr. Zuckerberg into a millionaire, or a single thought of bringing a change lead to the ousting of Despotic Ben Ali in the Jasmine Revolution . I know by the time you are reading this, thoughts might have poked your mind too as to what message i want to convey. Friends, i am not here to discuss “how to get rich” and neither i am in a mood to rant about the crony corruption or revolutionary movements (enough has already been written in the newspapers i guess ). I am here to share about my world of thoughts, the world that is immensely deep i have realized off late. So friends, after months of procrastination, i finally decided to pen down some thoughts as they breeze through my meandering mind.

Imagine a rusty ship whose radar is lost and is left alone in a vast ocean. Imagine how this ship would sail without this radar now, struggling hard to make its way & would eventually succumb to the tides of the ocean. This is how my mind feels too, constantly meandering to find its radar, striving hard to find the time when it used to be free of all the tensions and used to breathe freely. Life is quite witty. At one point it makes you mature and a responsible person and at the other it constantly tests this maturity by piling on big problems in its way. So, with age, as the man grows his problems grow too.

 Right now, the place where i live is quite peaceful and has a lovely floral ambience around it. The blithe birds chirping and lush green surroundings make it a quite soothing place to live in, away from all the honking horns, jammed traffics & hustle-bustle of Delhi life that i have been experiencing since my childhood. Yesterday, on my way to office through the lush greenery, i noticed a small child playing with mud near his house, eating it with his tiny hands with relish enjoyment, never bothered about how this mud might harm him inside the body. And while coming back, when it started raining in the evening, i once again saw him coming out of his house, dancing in the rain, facing his mouth to the sky & trying to have a taste of the rain drops, never bothered about how this rain might make him land up in bed with fever.

This made me realize how free the childhood was, when we never bothered about the repercussions and just enjoyed the moments. As we mature, our world gets filled with innumerable problems, be it career, money, ambition, responsibilities or love etc. Our mind gets beleaguered with these issues and we constantly strive hard to solve them. How good the childhood was when these difficulties never even existed. When the only “F” word we knew was FUN, when “GETTING HIGH” meant Climbing up the high swings and enjoying up there. When “COMPETITION” meant defeating a friend in a Virtual Video Game Race than now using people as stepping stones in this race of life.  When “CRYING” meant screaming & making noise all over the house than now sitting in a lonely room & weeping with oneself silently. When “BROKEN RELATIONSHIPS” meant ‘Katti’ with a sweet friend after school and then ‘Abba’ the next day. When a girl and a boy were “Just Friends” and nothing else.

As i feel those moments of the innocent childhood, my mind keeps on getting besieged with nuances of life. The shackles of tense thoughts about career, ambition, love etc. keep on engulfing my mind, leaving no space to even think freely & joyously as it used to do. I really wish i had a CTR-DEL button in my life so that i could erase all my worries when i need to & could think freely. I wish Life could be as playful and enjoyable as it used to be years back. I wish i could get its radar back so that i could sail it easily forward.  But as i said, this Life is quite witty, it doesn’t come with a BACKSPACE.