Begging Reports of Autowala and the Beggar

14^th August | Afternoon | Approx 1:30

There are only two places in India where every common person feels like being a celebrity. One is railway and the other one is metro station’s exit gate.

It seems all the autowalas of the city gathered there to grab an opportunity to take you on a ride.

As we stepped out of the Kanpur central Station Kanpur Central Station with my brother and Bua, ten-fifteen auto drivers surrounded us.

   ‘Sir, Come with me.’

  ‘Where do you have to go?’ Everyone was screaming.

2-3 of them tried to take luggage forcefully from us to keep in their auto.

  ‘Arey,listen! We have to go near Lal Bangla.’ Bua said.

  ‘ Rama Devi!’ I specified.

Even then, 4-5 started arguing that who would take us.

Supply exceeded the demand there. Too many competitors in the market!

Immediately, I asked decided to give opportunity to one of them before they start fighting.

  ‘Thik hai bhaiya, aap le chalo!’  ( Okay , you take us!) I said to one of them, randomly.

He took both luggages from my hand and we followed him.

  ‘Where are you people coming from?’ he asked

  ‘Agra!’ My bro and Bua replied together while I was busy in messaging my friends informing about my arrival to the city after so long time.

  ‘Was it raining there??’ He asked again.

  ‘Yes, it rained yesterday.’ Bua replied.

  ‘Did it rain heavily?’ He asked again like a news reporter. ‘Here, there is no sign of rain at all!’ He continued even without our reply.

By the time it was clear to us that we would get all the latest update of Kanpur in the half-and hour of our auto ride.

  ‘See this over bridge. God knows when these people would complete the construction.

Do you know, in the name of over-bridge construction, they had de-constructed the roads since last ten years?’

  ‘Ten years! Really?’ I murmured.

  ‘Yeah Di!’ My bro reminded me. ‘The work started even before you left Kanpur, nine years before.’

  ‘There is so much of corruption in UP. Government doesn’t works at all. They are busy in increasing their own bank balance.’ Autowala explained.

‘So does everyone. We all do the same.’ I said to myself, as I did not wanted any debate with the autowala.  

After moving few more kilometres, we found the railway crossing close. We  had to wait for the train for another five to ten minutes.

A ‘gentle’ looking man came toward us and greeted the autowala and both got busy sharing the social, political and all sorts of information for another 60 seconds. It was as they show 60 news in 60 seconds on some news channel.

 ‘This train was running on time till yesterday. Why is it so late today?’ One more update from our autowala.

After the ‘gentle’ man left, I heard our autowala speaking to someone in very loud voice.

I turned to right and then left, but couldn’t found the reason (person) on which he was shouting.

  ‘What the hell are you doing here in this summer afternoon? Go to Ganga river and take bath.’

  ‘Why should I go there?’ The other man asked.
Then I followed the voice of the other person.

A handicapped beggar was there next to our auto sitting on the roadside.

  ‘Go and wash away your sin in Ganga.’ Autowala said.

  ‘I don’t need. I am not a sinner.’ The beggar replied.

  ‘You are the greatest sinner in this world.’

  ‘No, I am not!’ Beggar denied.

  ‘You are! You are the sinner. You cheat people and looting them.’ He was in no mood to spare the beggar.

 

Like kids, both argued for another few minutes till the crossing reopened. And I was feeling pity on the poor lame beggar who was living so hard life. Begging in the hot noon, crawling on the burning concrete roads was so difficult.

I was wondering, why the hell, this person (autowala) is poking his nose in everyone’s affair? Why don’t he leave a beggar he just saw on the road?

Even though I never entertain the beggars and begging, I felt pity on his wretched condition.

Autowala restarted the auto and his reporting as well.

  ‘You know mam, this man earns minimum 1000 rupees per day.’

  ‘One T H O U S A N D... p e r   d a y? Atleast THIRTY Thousands per month?’ All of sudden my all senses woke up, and so was the condition of my bro and Bua.

He was earning more than the most of the educated fresher earning from their white-collar jobs. 

  ‘Yeah mam, and his brother drops him here every morning and pick him up in the evening..on his bike.’ He narrated.

All the feeling of sympathy, which developed inside, vanished all of a sudden. I was speechless!

I was debating myself, should I criticize him or applaud?

Then a thought came! When everyone is running to make his or her money, why can’t he crawl for that?

When the politicians and business tycoons are earning millions doing so many scams, cheating the people, sitting in the air-conditioned room and travelling in luxurious cars. Then even he has the human-right of making money from people doing nothing productive. However, beggars are working so hard.

Begging is definitely one of the most difficult jobs, which demands so many skilled like the other profession, except the education qualification.

They are not any less professional at their work and devoted to their work adapting the environment completely.

Really, these beggars are such an effective sales person, with so good communication skill that successfully make people to give them money even then when a person knows about the begging business. They are so highly talented actor that once you may say Salman Khan and Amitabh Bacchan that they are doing over-acting. But you can’t ever recognise these streets talent that whether they are suffering truly or mocking it.

And the beggar thought of the be

gging situation of India ended with the auto which stopped infront of our house.

                                                                                                                                                        

But dude.. begging demands so much of talent...Seriously !

Om | Sun & The great YOGA fuss !!

Isn't it a proud moment for every INDIAN that on 21^st June the whole world is going to celebrate the International Yoga Day that was proposed by India?

Why there is so much fuss about yoga all around?

From last so many days this thought was not leaving my mind at all. Therefore I wanted to share my views with you all.

Is it because yoga is an ancient practice which was originated in India when there was no religion and everyone worships the nature considering the almighty?

       1.     Does bowing to Sun belong to Hinduism? 

When I was a child and asked my elders, “What do we mean by worshiping God?” 

I was told that it was nothing else, but a way to thanks God for everything and asking God to shower his blessings on our dear ones and us.

Then I asked, “Who the God is?”
I was told that he is no one else, but the supreme power in form of different energies, which created us and providing us all the means to live on this earth.

 

A child mind never ends with a curiosity. While I was wondering HOW to ask another question, it was clear on my puzzled face.

“Can you imagine life on earth without SUN?” He asked me.
I nodded, “No!”

“Every living organism on earth, for plants, animals, humans, birds and every living creatures living on land and inside ocean gets energy to live from Sun no matter which species and community you belongs to. Sun is the source of the immense power for us!

That is why every living creature thanks to Sun in different ways. Therefore, we too worship Sun as God.

We thanks the fire as AGNI in Sanskrit language, air as VAYU, water as VARUN, moon as CHANDRA  and other planets in our solar system whose energies effect our life on earth. ” He explained.

The thirst of curiosity was not quenched. I asked different people and found that not only the Hindus, but other ancient mythologies in this world like Greek and Norse mythology, also worship the power of the nature.

Later when new religions were formed, people following the particular one in different part of worlds like Islam, Christianity, Sikhs, Buddhism, Jainism, and others, they adopted a different path and way to worship the almighty.  

The Sun, the Moon, air, water has never discriminated between people of different religion, but it was human who created this DISCRIMINATIONS in this world.

Then what is wrong in thanking to the nature, the sun or the moon?

Sun does not belongs to Hindus. Hindus like all other creatures in the universe, belongs to Sun!

        2.      Does Om belong to Hinduism?

Om is not a spiritual word rather it is a sound. But more than sound it is the vibration of the universe.
It is a scientific, therapeutic, psychological which can be spoken by even a DUMB people. It is the frequency of energy, which connects and joins all things together. 

OM represents three components A,U.M. The three divisions of time: 
            A – is the waking state
            U – is the dream state
            M – is the state of deep sleep

The vibration produced by chanting Om in the physical universe communicate to the original vibration that first arose at the time of creation.
The sound of Om is also called Pranava, which means that it sustains life and runs through Prana (breath).

It is scientifically proven that singing OM has invaluable vibratory effects in our bodies, helps to achieve slow, regular and complete exhalation, aids to control and relax our breathing system and has several soothing effects in our minds. And this is the reason Om is being recite during the meditation and  performing the yoga.

There have been several theories behind the OM. Among them, the most popular explanation is that it was the cosmic sound, which initiated the creation of universe, the big bang theory.

Om does not belongs to Hindus. The Hindus like all other creatures in the universe, belongs to Om!
And it is true that religions originated from the land of India follows this.

       3.     Does Sanskrit belongs to Hindus ?

Sanskrit is an ancient language of India. Hinduism is being followed in India used this language to communicate and for writing their manuscripts.

And so does the Islam originated in Arabs used the Arabic language and thus all other religions originated in different parts of the world used the communication language which was in the land of their origin.

When their followers spread in other parts of the world, they communicate in the language they knew and thus the language of a REGION became language of the RELIGION originated from that region.

 Does calling Ishwara in Sanskrit, Allah in Arabic, God in English changes the supreme power by the language we communicate. Does the almighty really have a different language for different religion?

If a man worships the supreme power in English, Arabic and Hindi, the three different almighty will respond each time?

Sanskrit does not belong to Hindus. Hindus belongs to Sanskrit !

       4.     Does Scarf belong to Muslim girls?

In India Hindu, Sikh and Christian girls wears scarf to protect themselves from the summer heat like the Muslim girls wearing scarf as per their religious culture.

Then should Hindu priest put ban on Hindu girls wearing scarf considering it as the symbol of Islam?

Does a Hindu girl is no more a Hindu after wearing scarf to protect herself from the heat and pollution?

As the people in most part of India have different dresses for the daughters (no matter married or unmarried)of the house and different for the daughter –in- law of the same age at home. Does the dress change the feminism after marriage? Or is it to mark her as a girl immigrate from different family?

       5.     Chicken | Pork |Beef

According to Hindu mythology, God is there in every living creature. God Vishnu incarnated upon earth first as a fish.
Then why there is no objection in killing Hen, Goats, Fish (the most sacred aquatic life in Hinduism) and other animals?

Stop thinking politically!

Be a human being and follow the humanity. It will not be an obstacle in being a loyal citizen of a country or a loyal follower of a religion.

Yoga, Om and Sun is for every human being. Let’s all make these part of our healthy and prosperous life.

Let’s all celebrate this International Yoga Day this June 21^st proudly as a human being!

CBSE proving itself to be unprofessional and irresponsible through NET Dec 2014

CBSE delaying the NET Dec 2014 result is the best example of how much irresponsible can be one of the most reputed organisations of Indian government.

NET is one of the prestigious exam in India and very important for those who want to PhD and a compulsory criteria to  become Assistant Professor in Indian universities and colleges.

Before  NET Dec 2014, NET (National EligibilityTest) was conducted by the National Educational Testing Bureau of University Grants Commission (UGC). From NET Dec 2014, Central Board of Secondary Education (CBSE) is conducting this exam on behalf of the UGC.

Lakhs of students had given the NET exam on 28^th Dec 2014.
Where result was supposed to be declared by lastly 3^rd week of April, there is still no sign of declaring the result in coming days.

CBSE is not bothered either to declare the result or to give any information about declaring the result.

Result for  CSIR-UGC NET exam conduted on 21^st Dec 2014 has already been declared, but for CBSE NET Dec 2014 they are still waiting for the result.

 

Are four months not enough for CBSE to declare the result for NET Dec 2014 ?

NET exam was hand over to CBSE with the expectation that CBSE will conduct it more perfectly and fairly as it has experience of conducting many important exams in India.
For JEE Mains which was conducted by CBSE on 4^th (offline) and on 10^th & 11^th(online),  results has been already declared on 27^th April.

They have already started taking submission for the NET June 2015 from April 15, but where is the result for NET Dec 2014?

Irony is that when students are trying to reach CBSE office through mobile or emails, they do not reply for the mails and for many days their all contact numbers were not working.

Luckily when few students got their call received by CBSE officials in April third week, they said that result will be declared in last week of April.
On last day of April they said it will come in first week of May, later they said second week of May and now they saying result will come in June.

Last date to apply for JUNE 2015 is 15^th of May  and exam will be conducted on 28^th June.

What is the point of asking to re-apply even without knowing the result of the previous exam?
What if student apply for NET June 2015 and find later that he/she has qualified for  NET Dec 2014?
Is it not the wastage of Time-Money-Resource of all those students?
Do CBSE want to make money by conducting such exams?
So many such questions are running in the minds of all those who had appreared in NET Dec 2014 and those who are going to appear in June 2015 for the first time.

For many of the institutions and universities in India to apply for PhD and Assistant Professor, last date will end in May.

No one have clue that why CBSE and MHRD is playing with the future of so many students.

This is such a highly unprofessional, ridiculous, irresponsible and disgusting behavior of higher authorities.

One can visit  https://www.facebook.com/quicknet.in to understand the anger of the NET Dec 2014 participants who are  waiting for the result from so many days.

Are only international issues are important for the government?
Where are their promises for the youths during the election campaigns?

Honourable Prime Minister Narendra Modi, Smt. Smriti Zubin Irani , Minister of Human Resource Development, CBSE and UGC authorities, please wake up soon! 

Do you have to say anything? Please share your opinion with us.

My Birthday: to celebrate or to mourn!

15^th September! 

It is the day my mom took me in her arms and hugged her daughter for the first time. Yeap, it’s  my birthday.

But I am perplexed, whether to celebrate this day or should I mourn?
Should I be happy that I came to this world on that day?

I was happy until the last year.
Every year my mom would be the first one to wish me day of my birth at the mid night no matter how far we are. Her intense love, care and blessings were always with me.

But, how can I be happy on my birthday this year when my mother who gave me birth is not here with me!

It is not only my birthday; rather it is the day of celebration for both a mother and a child. A mother is born with her child. So how can I be celebrating this partial happiness?

Twenty-six years back she carried me in her womb for nine months. She fall sick numbers of time because of her pregnancy. She faced very uncomfortable condition for nine months because of the internal and external changes in her body for keeping me safe inside. She went through several different emotional changes due to hormones changes.

Moreover, she went through the unbearable pain to bring me in this world safely.

Even bearing all these, she smiled seeing me face for the first time, hugged me tightly as I was her heart, and kissed me, as I am her soul.

Leaving her studies and work, she happily accepted her responsibility to nurture me. She kept awake in the nights to make me sleep peacefully sleep.

She cried hiding her tears when I fall sick or I got hurt ever.

She made food for me, make me to eat with her hand.
She take care of my clothes, toys, food, my sleep, my studies and everything which I need.

She sacrificed her dreams, wishes and desires without complaining even for once.

My first love, my teacher, guide, inspiration, motivator, a doctor, my angel who prayed for me, kept fast seeking god blessings for her child.

She gave me life, made my life and taught me to live my life as well.

The more I say, the lesser it seems!

But, I could not even protect her from a dreadful end of her life.

More than the fact that I lost her forever, the ugly truth stab my heart each split of second.

Today, for the first time in my life, there is neither any excitement nor any happiness for my birthday inside my heart as before. Instead, a feeling of guilty, regret, and sorrow has occupied my head and heart completely.

I am not able to stop my shedding tears.
Later I decided to celebrate my biggest failure and the loss of my life and mourn silently with my loneliness.

I switched off my mobile on the previous night. I do not wanted to talk to anyone, as I was sure I would burst into tears when anyone will wish me my ‘Mourning Day’ to be happy and prosperous.

I wanted to go far away from home, hide at any isolated place for the whole day, and remember my scattered family.
My mom died and my dad decided to untie the knot of the string with his children. 
Then what is the point of celebrating the day?

*

On the other side..

My family (mom’s family with whom I live) is preparing for my birthday with all excitement, from a month before. My brother and friends reminding my upcoming birthday, and making their plans for the celebration.

My well-wishers are excited to shower their blessing on me on my day.
My little cousins were waiting eagerly for the day.

 I got a blow and mind felt a jerk. What the hell I am doing? Moreover, why I am doing so, when there are so many people around me who still cares for me, love me, and want to see me happy and trying every moment to keep my smile alive from within my heart.

How can I be so mean to be crushing their excitement and happiness, which is meant for me only, for the sake of my broken heart?

Can’t be I happy for them at least if not for myself? If I am not feeling any excitement from inside, can’t I pretend for those who are trying to give me all pleasure and to want to see me happy on my birthday?

When they are also dishearten and even then want to give happiness to someone, is it not my accountability to give some happiness to them in return?

My heart was struggling with the mind vigorously!

Finally, I decided to celebrate my mourning and my family’s happiness together.

I decided, when I have to live, I should live happily with my tears. Let my smile wipe off my tears before anyone could see them coming out.
Let me laugh a loud that no one could hear my cry.

While regretting for not able to save one life, I should not pull away myself with my responsibility to save others life which I can do at least now.

It was not my wish to born into this world and lives this life; rather it was the decision of god. Then I should respect it, accept my past, and present.

While I can’t run off my past, at the same time, I can’t close my eyes to rescue from my present.

Life is to live, not to regret and mourn a longer for the sorrow.
I decided to live through together, with pain in the heart and sparkling eyes and smile.To spread the light of happiness like my birthday candles! 

Exchange Offer

Allahabad !

One of the most awaited destinations while my travelling.

No! No! I was not neither going to Allahabad nor had a chance of meeting anyone I know there waiting on Allahabad station.

Ha! Let me explain you what made me to wait anxiously for Allahabad from the next tenth minutes I boarded the train at Agra fort today morning at 9:15.

I have travelled a lot (most of the times, alone) all over India and outside India as well.

In bus, train or flight, I was never been fortunate in case of co- travellers till date.

Every time I wish to get an interesting person to be my travel partner, but unfortunately my journey always ended up being most boring.

So later, I started praying for the same while booking the tickets only. Again, nothing turned out good.

From 2 days back I was praying to God, “Please God, this time any how manage to bless me with a good  co-traveller, so that my boring day journey in such disgusting train ( the only option I got while booking the ticket one month back the travelling date. Thanks to Indian Railways!)

The travelling date reached.

1.      The first thing I hated about this train was that it was a day journey.

2.      It gonna take much more the time I travel with other trains from Delhi to Patna.

And in condition 1  & 2 I had to travel all alone, gonna be a pakau (boring) day journey I hated ever.

Anyway, the reason 1 & 2 were more than enough to be unhappy and unexcited to the journey.

At 9:15 that is 15 minute late the train arrived station- Agra fort.

With my luggage, I entered coach and the next step was searching my seat.

A lady in her 40’s welcomed me sitting on the same seat I was looking for.

Normally people try to give space thinking the owner of the seat arrived in case they have occupied a vacant seat, but this lady was in her own world enjoying on my seat.

“Is this yours?” I asked her pointing towards my seat.

“Yes”, she replied with a ‘I don’t care attitude’.

‘Grrrr..’ it was too disgusting, “How it could be possible?” I said while rechecking my mobile confirming the seat- Coach B2, seat-44.

It was my seat only.

‘O God! Again!’ I had to thanks to god for such wonderful company for my journey.

Meanwhile, a girl lying on opposite side upper seat  said, “ ours is 45 and 46.”

“Grrrrrr....” Can’t she tell the same the first time I asked. A dumb girl like her great mom.

Without looking at her I adjusted my luggage.

“till where are you going?” The lady asked me.

“Patna”, I said.

“And till where you are going?” I asked her politly.

“Allahabad”

‘Thanksgod ! not the whole journey atleast.’ I was bit relaxed.

As I sit on my seat,

“We have a seat there as well (pointing somewhere among seats 1-40 ). You can go there.” She said to me.

“hmmmm...Nopes, I am fine here’, I said with my trademark smile.

I expected her to let me sit on the window side, but it was a hopeless wish.

Any how I managed to keep my bag and place myself on the 20 percent of the vacant space on my seat left after occupied by that lady and her one daughter.

Not even ten minutes passed that, her husband came from somewhere and after knowing that seat no. 44 is mine, he offered the same exchange scheme that his wife offered to me.

“We have two more seats there, you can go there.” He said.

“Thank you uncle, but I am fine here”, I refused his proposal.

I gave a look around. Except mine, all other 5 seats belong to the family travelling with me. They were seven in number with an old man in his 70’s, another man in his late 40’s or early 50’s, the lady I introduced in the beginning, two girls in their teens and two guys in their teens again.

“It will be good for you and us as well if you shift. We all will be comfortable here.”He insisted again, that too in a very irritating manner.

“Uncle, anyhow you are travelling till Allahabad only and I have to go till Patna. After Allahabad again I have to come back here only, so better I will complete my journey on my seat only.” This was my turn to give irritating smile to him.

I took out a novel to spend my 6 hours.

I couldn’t complete even my tenth page, found uncle worrying again for the seat.

“The seat there are empty, I am asking her (looking at me) to shift there, but she is not listening.”He said to his father sitting next to him.

Now my temper was getting high.

“Hadd hai!” I raised one of my eye brow controlling myself while looking into the 2^nd chapter of my novel.

They already have est of the 5 seats and it is day time, some time back only they all woke up, and this much of space is less for them to sit.

And I was getting any valid reason to leave my seat and shift to their ‘s.

“So much of silence is there, no one came yet there.”he continued with a pause.

Enough than enough man !

Why don’t he go himself there to be in peace instead of irritating me again and again.

 Now it was getting unbearable for me and I decided to be a BAD girl.

‘Let me show them how stubborn this girl travelling alone is!’ I said to myself.

Slowly from 20 percent seat I occupied 50 percent of the seat. And opened my lunch box. Aroma of my veg-biryani was increasing my hunger.

I was enjoying every spoon of my yummy biryani while they staring me for the seat.

I took more than twenty minutes to finish my lunch along with my two chapters.

I closed my lunch box, put it back in my bag, and went to wash my hand.

While coming back, I heard some known voice before reaching my seat.

“See, almost all seats are empty here, these two are ours”, That uncle was showing me the vacant seats he had.

“O my God !”, it was too much now.

It was almost tenth times, “You have already finished your lunch, now you can sleep there ” he said with an irritating giggling as I reached my seat and was about to sit.

I closed my book and looked at him (he was sitting opposite to me). My one eyebrow raised as usual my anger reach the critical point, and took a deep breath to be in control.

Cleared my throat.

“Respected uncle,

From very first time, I made it clear that I am not going to leave my seat at any cost, so please stop asking me for another time. I have booked this seat from Agra till Patna station and I will sit-sleep or do whatever on this seat only. If you or any of your family member have any issue with my presence you have already two vacant seats there, any two of you can fully utilise those seats. And stop bothering me now!”

I almost shouted in anger.

There was a silence in the cabin as the other people were also listening with so much of interest.

Two young guys on the side lower sseat and witness the whole conversation from the beginning were smiling, as even they had got irritated by this family’s behaviour ( I don’t wanna share those things here.)

Thereafter that aunty with one of her daughter and her two sons went to the other seats they were sending me and I spread my bedsheet and blanket to take afternoon nap and prayed to reach Allahabad soon !

A every new journey gives a new experience!