A plane journey

Life itself being a journey consists of several small journeys. Each journey comes with its own set of experiences and leaves behind footprints. Capturing my first plane journey (Mumbai to Chennai), as another chapter in my life was about to unfold.

The night was about to die and was counting its last moments. I was sailing through the security check at the Mumbai domestic airport with those metal detectors scanning me for any possible source of reverse magnetic field. The atmosphere was electrifying (thanks to the several Air hostesses) and I was about to fly with the Maharaja himself. So as to experience the pleasure of flying with the Maharaja, one has to often fly at odd times of the day like 4:30 a.m. as was the case with me. Just have a look at the flight schedules during the peak times and you will sense the benevolence of the Maharaja, taking rest at the peak times and allowing the rest of the ‘fishers’ to be the kings. Even those kings are struggling with their high debts, leaving their brand ambassadors in two pieces on the calendars. With an honest aviation minister, I doubt that the two-piece will remain at its place (Damn! I hate this corruption).

I boarded onto a bus at the specified gate and through the glasses of the window, I got a glimpse of another creation (aeroplane) which flies high in the sky, courtesy its shape (I didn’t say figure). Out of curiosity, I tried to calculate its shape in my mind; could it be anything like 360-2400-360? (Looking at it from the top), Leave it! That bus dropped me near the mobile staircase which was placed beneath the door of the aeroplane.

As soon as I climbed those stairs and entered the aeroplane, I was welcomed by a sweet smile (stretching her lips to the fullest and still covering the teeth, maybe it was too early to have brushed). My gaze fell on her muscles and they made me realize that the hypothesis which I have made about the correlation between the shape and the probability to fly is not valid with the Maharaja (May be she was slim at the time before Jesus Christ and now multitasks by also performing the act of load balancing by shifting to the side having fewer loads). She was accompanied by a clean shaven guy, in welcoming the passengers (Why should boys have all the fun?). While looking at him a thought crossed my mind, are they trying to remove the prevalent gender bias in our society or are they catering to the needs of modern day customers (You never know who comes with what taste).

I headed towards interior of the plane; the seats were cramped closely so as to make use of most of the carpet space. There were two emergency exits in the middle which would open onto the wings (When in air they could also be called as ‘doorway to hell’). It being a domestic flight there was only one section in the plane (No business for separate business section to be in the business).

I occupied one of the many empty seats, a lady passenger who could give complex to any airhostess walked in and as she approached me, I strongly felt that the empty seat beside me had no right to remain vacant. But that seat reminded me about the democracy in our country (remained empty) and the seat on the opposite side was occupied instead. Soon a guy walked in and settled in the seat beside her and within no time, he held her hand firmly as if that miss will go missing (Had I have been aware of the fact that you can hold the hand of your co-passenger in an aeroplane, I would have been more careful while giving the seat preference).But soon my eyes fell upon the tag of tag heuer in his hand which cleared my misconception and told me the probable reason. Either earn it on your own or get it from your ancestors, once you have it, you can have plenty of them in your hands (I am talking about watches).

 

A lazy voice coming from the front drew my attention, “Ladies and hmmm gentleman, I welcome hmmm you all” the captain of the plane was making the announcement as if someone was forcing him to announce by pointing a gun to his head; he continued “we will land in Chennai hmmm at 6:20” (provided that pilots’ association does not call for strike in-between, as every now and then they strike the strike). The guy who was welcoming everyone vanished into the cabin and was replaced by another ‘typical’ airhostess who could maintain sufficient levels of ‘eye’ vitamins in the ambience (Hold on. Hypothesis couldn’t be rejected).

Then those airhostesses demonstrated how to fix the seat belt and how to use the life saving jackets which would be useful in water. Suddenly a negative thought struck my mind, if the aeroplane crashes on the rest of the 30% of earth which is not water, then those life saving jackets will be of no use (But then, if one can’t ignore that probability then only thing one can do is never buy a return ticket).Those airhostesses ensured that each passenger had fixed the seat-belts after which they walked freely most of the time. Seat-belts are critical as they bind the passengers to their seats and ensure the safety of both, the passenger and more importantly the airhostess.

The aeroplane which was stationary till now, slowly started moving (or walking). After each passing minute, I was feeling that it would take off now but it didn’t and it continued for a while, until it came on the main runway. The aeroplane took his (sorry her) own time demonstrating the fact that even before thinking about flying, you have to walk a few miles. Now it gained momentum and started running faster and faster until those thrilling moments when the plane changed the inclination with the ground; and my body started tilting from 0 to 10 to 20 to almost 45 degrees....Booooom... Within a few minutes, I was flying high in the sky and about to sing the song” Aaj main upar, aasman neeche.......Tell me O Khuda, ab me kya karu?” and the only reply God would have given me was: “Do whatever you want son but with that seat belt around you”, as he always cares for us.

Through the window of the aeroplane, Mumbai looked as beautiful as ever with all those multi storied buildings lightened up (thanks to Reliance Energy) and the sea link was grabbing the eye balls (Don’t miss the word ‘eye’). As the plane flew over Mumbai, the airhostesses served water in bottles to all the passengers. Those bottles were so small that glasses no longer remained a valid unit of measurement for drinking. After drinking that water, you would say, I just had two small pegs of water (Cheers!!!). What a misery, you ask a villager for water and he will give it in a bowl that you couldn’t hold with a single hand. Maybe, the higher we go, the narrower becomes our hearts. 

The airhostesses then started serving the tea n snacks, that picture made me wonder if this profile was worth all that hype and aren’t they wasting their other talents by utilizing only one? (Even though most people exclaim that society should change the way it looks at women; they enjoy getting served by these airhostess none the less).

So, as to get the much needed boost of energy, I decided to pay Rs.60 for a cup of tea and in return was served hot water in a paper cup, a tea bag, milk powder (Being fed up with the ever increasing demand due to the population explosion, I guess most of the buffalos are putting in their papers) and a sugar free pouch. Why sugar free? I thought about having a few words (couldn’t dare to argue) with that heavily-built airhostess. I glared at her and in return all that she gave me was a sweet smile. The combined effect of her muscles and that sweet smile made me change my mind. Fearing those heavy muscles, the word ‘free’ from sugar-free vanished and the sweet smile added the much needed sweetness to my beverage that I enjoyed, something which tasted a bit like tea (still worth the Rs.60).

The sky outside was still dark and I threw a glance at that couple sitting beside me through the corner of my eye (these are times when you realize that your eye-balls can rotate in almost 180 degrees); her hand was still in his (Imagination often travels faster than light and seldom matches with reality). There was a sudden change in the hue which made me look outside. The huge canvass of the sky was sheding its black cloak and was putting on a saffron veil with a tinge of blue in it. That saffron colour had enveloped the horizon at the most sacred time of the day (and that to without the need of any reservation). I had completed one more trip around the sun along with the earth (There is no free lunch but there sure is a free ride).The sun was staring at me from across the horizon and I stared right back into his eyes (removing my glasses) as I didn’t want anything in between (Just be at the right place at the right time; you can do the unthinkable). Now with those sunrays, all the rivers and hills below seemed to appear like small dots. Similarly, when a person reaches the top, his ego becomes so huge that everything else appears negligible. And as beautifully said by someone: “With Ego, either I go or You go”.

I stared out of the window for some time and when it became boring; I decided to make a visit to the loo (or washroom, whatever), and being there curiosity got the better of me and made me observe the architecture. I wondered if it is an open system like that of a train which communicates directly with the rail track (Rail tracks serve the Indian public more than the Indian rail itself). I then realized, it had to be a closed system (Could it be the reason behind that small size of the water bottle??). After doing the needful, I came back to my seat (I promise! In next blog, I will not mention the washroom).

After some time, the fickle weather showed its presence and the horizon was filled with milky clouds. It looked as if someone had taken the words ”Daag acchhe hai” a little too seriously and left the Surf excel with the water all over the horizon and had forgotten to place the cloths in them. Suddenly, I started searching for someone across the horizon, above the clouds and it cleared one more misconception of mine; that angels don’t stay above the clouds (Nowadays, they either become airhostesses or go hand in hand tagged with Tag Heuers).

Then, my sleep deprived eyes surrendered at about 35,000 feet above the sea-level (On the ground, you close your eyes and see airhostesses, but in here you open them to do so). Then a familiar voice with an inherent laziness in it brought me to my senses:”Ladies and hmmm Gentleman, the temperature outside is hmmm 42˚c, and hmmm we are on time (God knows how) and we hmmm will be landing in 15 minutes”.

The plane was moving through dense clouds and everything outside appeared stationary. Despite moving at the speed of almost 10 km/minute, it felt as though  the pilot had pressed the pause button and was enjoying a power nap (Pilots are one of those blessed people who get company even while “accidently’’ leaving this world. On the flip side, they would be the first ones on the hit list, if Yamraj is running short of his month-end targets).

The plane came out of those clouds and those small buildings in Chennai became visible (Chennai will have to grow several times even to reach the shoulder of Mumbai). The plane passed over the Chennai airport and moving eastwards entered into the Bay of Bengal (the runway at the airport might have been busy). I realized that Ravana might have followed a similar path when he had kidnapped Sita in his ‘Pushpaka Vimana’ and was moving towards Sri Lanka. Ghor kaliyug. Here the modern Ram (yours truly) was sitting on a seat staring aimlessly into the sea and the other two characters were seating hand in hand nearby (If Ravana would have been alive today, he would have filed a defamation suit against the makers of Raavan and Ra-one for ruining his name).

The plane then took a U-turn over the sea (the pilot must have got permission to land) and it landed at the Chennai airport after almost kissing those small buildings in Chennai. After being thanked for choosing Air India (in a way joining the noble cause as your hard earned money will go for the upliftment of poor in the society i.e. ministers and beaurocrats), I put my best foot forward on the soil of Chennai (If you can’t remember which foot you put forward then just say the best foot).

The distance of 1100 km was covered in less than 100 minutes; technology has really made the world flat. Other than a few moments, which were fascinating as it was my first experience (except the airhostess); rest of the journey was boring if compared to a bus journey.

In a bus journey which costs you a few Rupees, the trees and other things running all over the places gives you a run for your money. The potholes which come along with our world class infrastructure reminds you that several parts of your body do still exist and also helps digest everything in the stomach (even without Hajmola). Also, the thrill of continually keeping a watch on the bus conductor as he has all the intentions in the world of running away with the few Rupees change he owes you, adds the icing to the cake. That homeward bus journey still appears more exciting to me.  

May be too much of technology, machines and planning (exclude family planning) is taking away all the rawness and excitement from life and the journey of life is becoming 'plain'.

Isn’t that ‘cutting chai’ (tea) at the roadside tapri still way better than the coffee from the vending machine??

Isn’t Jerry (from Tom and Jerry) the most popular ‘mouse’ even in this computerised world??

What say??

Cheers!!!!

Mahesh.

In the Land of Idli and Dosa

Sometimes in life, you break your daily routines and come across entirely different world. You realize, how futile was worrying about those small things and there are many wonderful things to deal with rather than those overtime sheets, job orders and contract labours.

If anybody would have told me, I will ever go to a small village in Tamilnadu known as Nallur; I would have referred him to a psychiatrist. But, I came here and even played cricket with those coconut trees acting as spectator.

As a part of experiential leadership development program, we visit a small village (Nallur) and try to create followers by creating a positive impact on the lives of those villagers.

Sharing herewith, few funny moments which we accidently came across in this small journey,

A rollercoaster ride

Under the scorching sun, all the Nallur karmyogis were waiting along the scenic East coast road as official transport was not available. We waited for almost fifteen minutes and meanwhile witnessed the infamous feature of East Coast Road i.e. rash driving.

As the clock was ticking, we started feeling desperate. That’s when; we saw a typical autorikshaw in Chennai (one with yellow colour) came towards us. That auto driver was wearing aviator goggles and after a hard bargain he agreed to come to Nallur (The attitude he was carrying, he appeared like Rajnikant to me, say mini Rajni).

This was the first time, I was sitting in that yellow coloured auto rickshaw, which I used to see in the Chennai super kings advertisement and that auto driver (mini Rajni) made sure that this ride becomes memorable.

As the autorikshaw was moving on a shortcut route to Nallur (May be, invented by mini Rajni) which was full of potholes rather it can be said that route was in between the potholes. Due to vibrations, my head started hitting against the roof and it started creating sound (It has nothing to do with the fact that a empty box creates lots of noise).As I was sitting in the corner, I had to hold that bar in autorikshaw firmly to ensure that I will not fall out.

By the time, we reached the Nallur all the stuff inside the stomach was stirred and perhaps got digested (This ride can be taken as a substitute to Hajmola).These are the times which remind us that several part of your body do exist and you come across different uses of that soft pillow.

It was a rollercoaster ride thanks to that shortcut route which was full of potholes, those speed breakers on main route and off course the mini Rajni (Yenna rascala).

A Mango or two

As education scenario is not too good, we decided to spread educational awareness and targeting teenagers with computer and English literacy.

It was the time for “Mission Execution”, time to turn the action plan on paper into reality and we were searching for children in every possible place in Nallur. After 10 minutes of unsuccessful search, I started feeling low.

At this difficult time, one of the sharp brains amongst us came with the idea of playing Tamil song in a loud noise with laptop and sound box we were carrying. It was a risky move as we were not aware about possible reaction of the villagers. But as students of premium management institute, we were aware of the importance of risk and decided to give it a shot.

And guess what, the song “Apadi Pode” hit the target with a bang, out of nowhere several children gathered at the venue. And after watching the laptop; they almost jumped at it with the curiosity that only a child can display.

After the introduction to the laptop, we made those children dance on the educational English rhymes which are used in nursery schools, such as ‘Listen to the music and clap your hands’ (I was listening to them first time).

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After that, we played a game called as ‘Dog and bone’ as a team building exercise.   As we started the game, all the villagers gathered around and enjoyed the game by cheering for those children’s.

In that electrified atmosphere, one of the village girl participants in that game ended up almost beating the boy from rival team on several occasions, showing a glimpse of aggression in today’s ‘abla nari’ (The definition of domestic violence has to be modified now, considering all the sufferings that a man goes through in a family).

After those games, we were gifted two mangoes by one of the villager as a token of love.

Don’t know if Love is blind, but sometimes it tastes awesome.Hmmm.....Yummy.

Nallur premier league

After being familiar with teenager in village, we needed to create a bond with youngsters which will help us to do something on large scale.

We came with a unique solution which and gels even strangers with the words“Bhai, score kya hai?” and keeps patriotism alive even in today’s practical world (BCCI says as it is private organization it should not come under RTI but then we will watch the match if it’s ‘team BCCI’ is playing and not ‘team India’).In India,cricket craziness in India that a kid learns how to hold bat before learning how to do potty.

It was a fine Sunday morning and clouds in the sky were intimating about possibility of rain. We reached those small houses in Nallur houses (You can have haircut standing below the ceiling fan inside these houses) with bat and ball and we were shocked to see leather ball, pads, and testicular guard .There is a interesting statistics, In cricket first testicular guard was used in 1874 and helmet in 1974.(It took man 100 years to realize that brain is also important).

We went to the ground which was full of grass and buffalo dung. No matter how hard you dive, you will not get hurt except that your cloths will get to know the taste of dung (May be it is the secret behind good fielding of Chennai Super kings).At a distance, coconut trees were standing tall as if they are the spectators.

Teams were formed by mixing villagers and Nallur karmyogis and the teams were named as Nallur Kings and Nallur Tigers (An attempt to increase the number of extinguishing species).Nallur Kings won the toss and batting first they scored 47 runs in 10 over’s with that slow outfield (thanks to grass and dung).

Nallur Tigers came to bat; one of the villagers from Nallur King was looking and bowling like Malinga. Due to pace and accuracy in his bowling, Nallur Tigers were struggling with very low run rate. That’s when another yogi from Nallur kings came to bowl and he took the responsibility to make match competitive. With all the generosity, he gifted 19 runs in a single over and now only 7 runs were needed in 4 overs.

But then the Nallur Tigers exhibited the typical Indian generosity of showing all the respect to opponent (even on battle field) as they lost 3 wickets within the span of 8 balls.

While our captain was bowling at other side, I came to bat and 2 runs were needed in three overs. As that Malinga geared up to bowl, a thought came to my mind that no matter whatever may be the result, I will ensure that all my spare parts remain safe in the place. Soon that ball directed at my toes came like a bullet, I took my toes away(Bat was wise enough not to came in between).I left the ground with everything in place, except those stumps which were several feet’s away from their original place.

Then came the tensest moment of the match, as a small kid came to bat and it was last wicket. All the eyes were set on the small kid who was holding the bat as, long as his height. As that Malinga bowled, that kid hit the ball with all the courage and ran for a single.

Our captain came to bat, just one run was needed and sixteen balls were remaining. Malinga bowled the ball; captain hit the ball with all his power (as if he was cutting a coconut), all the eyes were set on the ball which was in air. One of the yogis, who were standing on boundary, dived to his left and took a spectacular catch and he was well inside the boundary (So no Lagaan type climax).

The first match in Nallur premier league ended as a draw as we purposely ignored the possibility of super over (Who will face that Mallinga again).

Ganpati Bappa Morya on the land of Idli and Dosa

While we were discussing the issue about reopening of library in the village with village head; he gave us a pleasant surprise by inviting us to the program of Ganesh idol immersion. This further enhanced my belief in ‘Universal Ganesha’ as I didn’t expect this kind of program here. While we participated in this immersion program, I curiously saw what is ‘Prasad’ for Ganesha and guess what it was, a Idli.I enquired about this unusual ‘Prasad’ with villager and got reply that “We like Idli and as God is inside all of us, he will love it too” (By this logic God would have to love many things, he would not like to. Rather I will say, if your feelings are honest, he can adjust with anything).Then we waved good bye to Ganesha by shouting the slogans of “Ganpati Bappa Morya” (off course in Tamil).

If you try to explore new avenues, life bounces back with pleasant surprises. I think this is what makes, life the most adorable thing in this mortal world.

Cheers,

Mahesh Godse.

A Day that Never Ends

The sound of alarm playing spoilsport brings you back to senses, you check the clock with half closed eyes and realize that waking up can’t be delayed any further as it is routine wake up time (20 minutes before class) irrespective of class timing(standard deviation being almost zero). After unwillingly getting out of your kingdom (bed, no one can challenge you there), you brush your teeth. Now you come across a tradeoff between bath and breakfast. As the deodorant has its own limitations (remember you hadn’t taken bath yesterday either), you sacrifice those mouth watering parathas and idlis for the benefit of your class-mates and move towards the bathroom only to find that those bathrooms are already running house full as it is peak time and you get a chance to enter into nearby ‘white house’. While you are busy there, you hear the voice of door opening and quickly finishing things, you get hold of the bathroom before it is hijacked by someone else (this can be termed as “bathroom management”). The shower of hot water opens your eyes fully and you kind of settle the score by ignoring all the calls from outside such as “Kamine kya kar raha hai, jaldi bahar aaja”. After getting ready, you start running towards the class and while running you come across a line on the T-shirt of a fellow Spartan, ”Three things to do, wake up, survive and go to bed” and a thought comes to your mind, is it the theme of the day?

You fill any vacant chair in the classroom without any fear as it is the lecture of a cool professor (cooler than the AC) who will give information on technology (Why the professors of informative subjects are so nice where as professors of particular ‘economical’ subjects are too strict, can be a subject of empirical study).The professor starts the lecture and sincerely ‘facing the books’ (text books) students build concentration. The Sense of humour of the professor grabs your attention and you come to know that there is something called as cloud (computing), which does not rain below certain temperature (Being non IT student, it is obvious). After an hour, someone asked about taking a break. After getting used to marathons (three hour sessions), it is like taking a break for a 500 meter race. But being a smart manager, you make full utilization of the opportunity and the break of 5 minutes  ends up into a 15 minute break.

In another lecture, professor randomly calls a group to present and you get to witness the law “Figures can lie” as the probability of 1/30 suddenly turns into one. Wasting no time, you quickly take the class through the presentation to the most fascinating slide for any presenter (saying ‘Thank you’) as if the microphone in your hand is a live bomb which could explode any time. A round of applause follows which turns your head high (as you carefully ignore the probability that those claps could have been for quickly finishing the presentation).Then, despite of that big ‘Thank you’ on the screen, you get bombarded with several questions from all corners. You retaliate along with your group members and the session turns into a wonderful discussion (& sometimes hiring of nurses turns into a 2 hour discussion).

You swim to another lake for the next class(names of our classroom begin with lake such as Lake Veeranam, Lake Ontario) and secure a safe place as the professor has threatened in the previous lecture that if you come to the class without doing the pre-reads, you will be shown the door (though you know exactly where it is).The thought of financial freedom (retiring at the age of 45) and the skills of the professor get you involved in the investment related discussion. As the lecture proceeds, you learn so much that your retirement age automatically comes down to 40. (With pre-reads, you may have second thoughts about appearing in campus interviews. Moral: Doing pre-reads is too risky).

You never realize when those three hours have passed. To hold the nerve of the audience, a Bollywood movie needs songs, action, emotion, love scenes (I will not go further) and here a professor with the help of PPTS without much power(as they contain few words),holds the attention of about 150 students. In the last few minutes, the centre of attraction shifts to the biometric machines as the next lecture is after half an hour away and you have to take lunch in between. You run like the best athlete in the world towards the biometric machine and end up joining a queue (which contains several Usain Bolts). Every passing minute in that queue appears like an hour and to add to your ado, the biometric machine requests you to try several times. Then you run to the canteen to join yet another queue (Akhir kyun yeh queue?).

While standing in the queue, you witness smart team work by a few Spartans (single plate carrying food for several people). Initially you ignore soup as you are running short of time, but it pulls you towards itself and that delicious ‘Gajar ka Halwa’ makes sure that you are left with few minutes before going to the class. While you are running towards the classroom, a new dish gets formed in your stomach with the combination of halwa and soup.

You successfully squeeze in through half closed door, your thumb says ‘hi’ to the biometrics machine (ab toh har jagah ungli karne ki aadat pad gayi hai). Your eyes start scanning the last row for a vacant place and you occupy the very last chair (one behind the last row) feeling like a victorious king. But the smart professor brings back you to reality by calling you to fill the vacant seat in the front row and you tag yourself there with a plate showing kaidi no...(oops FT no....).Now the combination of Halva and Soup start showing its side effect and everything around starts appearing blurred and sometimes you go out of coverage area. But the thought of missing physical attendance brings you back into coverage and the announcement of (not so) surprise quizzes acts as an eye opener.

For the next two hours, the professor takes you through market research as if doing a research in the class itself till comes the time for the ‘Big’ quiz. The quiz starts with that question paper smiling sarcastically at you and saying ‘Best of Luck’ at the end (Considering the nature of question paper, professor sensed the need of luck in advance). Felling tense you look around and feel a bit relaxed as you find the same question mark on most of the faces around (Though there is a hole in our boat, most of us are sailing in the same boat and we can ‘relatively mark’ the shore). And as always there will be outliers, for those below ”Folks, you make us proud” and for those above, Mr. Bill Gates has said something “I never topped a college but toppers from best of the universities work for my company”(Kidding folks, one day you will make our country proud). After the quiz, your neighbour discusses the problems he faced while solving the questions and you smile at yourself as you never faced any problems during exams instead those problems prefer to greet you only during the results as if conspiring against you. The professor discusses the solution and you realize that though you have not nailed it but still did a good job, just by paying attention in the class.

Then you rush to the canteen and as usual join another queue (After a year, one will be so used to standing in the queue that for a moment you will think about joining a queue even on your marriage day). You eat those snacks and if that snack is fried in oil then you need to issue few tissue papers to squeeze out the oil (are there any oil wells in those mango gardens behind the cafeteria?). Back to the room, you pay a small installment of sleep of about 15 minutes (everything is on fast track) and rush to the college gate for the weekly visit(As a part of experiential leadership development project called as karmyoga,we visit nearby village and target given to us is to turn those villagers into followers by creating positive impact on their lives).

Then you start an alien trip to a nearby village (as both the words ‘Yoga’ and ‘Karma’ were alien to you till a few months ago). While sitting in the bus, you set the binocular so as to search any potential follower as you are aware that a transformational leader makes a sheep lion realize that he is a lion without even knowing his language. After conducting an unsuccessful search operation for a follower in every corner of the village, you start feeling low and turn back with hope  that someone might be following you, instead you find that even your shadow is not following you. That’s when a bunch of children, with whom you interacted during the last visit greet you and start playing with your laptop with the kind of curiosity that only a child can display. After spreading educational awareness, you join the celebration of life and play a few games with them. You realize that while transforming others, you yourself are getting transformed into a better human being (strange situation of”being a leader and a follower at the same time”) and you leave your village high on enthusiasm.

Once back in college, being proactive you take a bath (tomorrow’s class is at 8 am), then the house-keeping guys come to make your life bearable by cleaning the room (can’t even imagine boys hostel without these guys). You get a solution for the assignment to be submitted the next day and in order to give it an original touch, you get involved and an outcome comes which can be saluted by any plagiarism software.

While having dinner, power supply goes out for a minute and you listen to several rock stars howling in their innate voices. After dinner comes the time to work with CEO’s-in-making (Group mates, very true in my case) and prepare a few ‘polythene coated PPT's’. In the Bistro, while sipping on cold coffee you listen to the words “Oh shit!” Followed by”you are the maan” and the man himself enlightens others with his knowledge with the use of flowery language (If mere use of the ‘F’ word would have increased population then he alone would have doubled the world population).Both of them exchange knowledge in their natural high tones (which helps keep the Bistro employees awake in those late hours). By the time your work gets done it is well beyond midnight and you again loose the opportunity of sleeping and waking on different days (Sometimes you join much acclaimed club of ‘free loaders’ so as to have a wholesale sleep).

Back to your kingdom (bed), your eyes find it hard to sleep (they are used to sleeping under close supervision of the professor with knowledge flowing all around) and all the events from morning runs as a flashback in your mind and it makes you realize that the theme of the day is “Wake up, get empowered and stay awake as much as you can”.

Next morning, again you find yourself lucky as you come out of the bathroom and after watching the clock, a chartbuster song starts playing at the back of your mind”Bhag bhag....bhag bhag...you know the rest”.

And you embark on an enriching journey of another day that never ends.

Cheers,

Mahesh Godse.