WHEN THE LOCKDOWN INTRODUCED ME TO THE UNKNOWN ROOM IN MY HOUSE

Like every ordinary indian houses, in my house also there are bedrooms, washrooms, kitchen, lobby, store room, balcony & drawing room. I am very much familiar with all the rooms of my house except for 1......THE DRAWING ROOM.

My entire 24hours were spent in all the above mentioned room but you know what, one room always felt neglected ie my drawing room. You can very well imagine the extent of neglect the room must b going through. The rating of ignorance can be gauged by the zero knowledge of even the basics, that which electrical switch is for ceiling fan & which 1 for lights. 

The lockdown proved to be a golden period where we both get to know each other better. I and the drawing room were almost spending more time in each other's company that I was spending with my wife..right from morning 1000hrs to 2000hrs....Now I not only hold PHD in recognizing respective switches for 06 led lights & 02 ceiling fans, but also know the hide outs for mosquitos. 

In the end, the room most neglected proved to be my saviour. All my business activities, attending online seminars & webinars were courtesy to the silence & disturbance free environment of that very much room. I just had to adapt to the room.

Friends the moral of the story is WE HUMANS SHOULD MAKE OURSELVES ADAPTABLE TO CHANGES.......RIGHT FROM YOUR BIRTH TILL DATE WE ARE NOT ONLY STRUGGLING EACH DAY BUT ALSO WINNING AGAINST THESE ODDS, AREN'T WE?? SO THIS TOO SHALL PASS.....KEEP CALM & ADAPT TO THIS CHANGE.

Chapter 2 : MY NAME IS '3D'

'The name's Dyumini,' DHAPICHINPING DINNOUVE DYUMINI', said the new student in style as his favorite movie character '007'. "Where have you left the remaining 2 people", came instant reply from the class teacher, mistaking the 3 words of name to be 3 individuals separately. The entire class was in smiles including Dyumini.

The name was quite unique & tongue-twister, particularly as per Indian standards. The class teacher being the English subject teacher asked him to write his name on the blackboard with correct pronounciation & meaning as well. The teacher was so particular that she made each and every student in the class to learn the proper pronounciation.

The name was so much like a tongue twister that the one student sitting besides him, whispered "3D" among other students. The acronym-name became an instant hit & he was now re-christened as '3D'.

Almost 15 minutes of every new period, the teacher would ask his name, with proper pronounciation & meaning, but by the end of it, everyone understood that it the acronym was the best option.

His original & short names were spreading like a wild fire in the entire academic staff & pupils of the school. His short-name created such a rage among students that everyone was calling his/her fellow student by acronyms.

Suddenly, name like 'RAHUL PRATAP SINGH' was called out as 'RPS' & 'ARCHANA PANDEY' was now 'AP'. It was like he had started a new trend in the school & acronyms were the next fashion statement for students.

Even school teachers weren't left behind this scenario. Such was the rage among teacher's that in a staff meeting a teacher accidently referred to the Principal AMITA BOSE as AB. The principal, who was untouched by this scenario, couldn't understand what was going on. Given by her strict attitude towards staff & teacher, it was when she demanded an explanation from the staff, she understood what was going on in the school.

Meanwhile, 3D was enjoying every moment of the attention he was being centred around. Students from junior & senior classes would specially make trips to his class to meet him & interact with him. His class mates were getting special requests from their juniors & seniors to make them meet '3D'. It was the same scenario, as temple priests would get special requests for VIP darshans. '3D' had become an star attraction now. Wherever & whenever he was going, even for a toilet break, 3D was always mobbed by students.

This attention was enough for him to gain courage to start a conversation with the girl he fancied but 3D was a bit hesitant. It was once during a mathematics period that the teacher was to start a new chapter. The teacher simply announced, knowing the reaction of the entire class, that 'today they were going to study 3D'. 'Sir, how can we study 3D? will we disect him?', was reply in a girlie voice. The entire class burst into laughter & turned their heads to the girl sitting on the last bench. She was the girl 3D fancied. He knew this was it. Her name was NT.

Once a teacher asked him his father's name. 3D was quick to recall the scenario his name had created among the entire school staff, so he came with the idea. His reply was, "My father's name is 2D". The teacher's too understood that given the tongue-twister nature of 3D's name, his father's name would be another one for them & they settled with the acronym '2D'.

Chapter 1 : FIRST DAY IN A NEW SCHOOL

It was a hot day in April 1996, when a young boy dressed in a new school uniform accompanied by his father was sitting in his car just outside his new school. As a matter of fact or in pure excitement, both were about 30 minutes early for the day.

It was a big iron gate with black paint on it & a display board on it stating the name. Finally the moment came, the gates opened a swarm of school students started moving through a smaller gate of size 4ft X 3ft. The boy was still seated inside the car. Finally, after about a further hesitation of 15 minutes he gathered all his courage, opof ened the car door & both moved towards the main gate.

The first one to welcome was a security guard. Further, after the confirmation from the administrative office, both moved towards the same. The boy had such a different name that almost everyone whom he was introduced to asked his name twice & still couldn't pronounce it right.

After all the admission formalities, the next stop was the supervisor's room, who would assign the boy his section from the existing 5. A volunteer was called to take the boy to the designate teacher. The boy bid good bye to his father & was off on a new journey.

It took almost 5 minutes for the supervisor to assign him a particular section. The supervisor asked the boy to follow her to the assigned class. The same story about his name happened again at the supervisor's room, just to add to it was an extra question about the meaning of his name. Even though the distance must have been less than 3meters, but  with every step it was like FEAR OF THE UNEXPECTED & EXCITEMENT OF THE UNKNOWN.

Luckily, the class teacher was in the class. After a brief from the supervisor, the class teacher assigned the boy a particular seat. 

The class was a buzz with whispers among the students regarding the new entrant. The class teacher announced to the class of how about an introduction by the new one. By now, the boy was almost habitual of introducing himself to people. He stood up firmly & walked up to the blackboard, facing a swarm of eye-popping crowd as if he was a well-known celebrity. 

The moment he just finished announcing his name, the class teacher simply asked him to tell the crowd 2 simple things :

● the exact pronunciation of the name.

● secondly, as always, the meaning of it.

The period finished & it was a break of 15 minutes called "short break". As soon as the teacher left the room, entire gang just encircled the boy & was bombarded with a swarm of questions. Almost on an average everyone had about 1-2 questions. All sorts of questions ranging from whether 'he was a bowler or a batsman', 'was the earlier school the one down the the road', 'which position was he playing in football', etc etc., but 1 cute face caught his attention. It was like a DDLJ score in the background & instead of answering or even listening other's question, he couldn't move his off her.

It was like CRUSH AT FIRST SIGHT.

For the entire day, she made his day.

TECHNOLOGY OVERTAKING THE HUMAN INTELLECT

"We human beings create/destroy technology", vice versa of this ie "technology too can create/destroy human beings", too holds a certain degree of truth.

We all know and very well understand the role technology plays in our lives especially in today's modern times. We all are surrounded by a sea of technology. Every product or service used by we, the humans, directly or indirectly involves technology.

The smartphone that we use is embedded with loads of apps, the tablet-computers with which we browse the internet and the internet itself is a lively example of the evolution of technology. The guru-ghantaal(big-daddy) of all search engines GOOGLE is too work of technology.

The technology now-a-days has helped us humans in achieving almost all its needs, comforts, desires, wants, luxuries, etc. Talk of the 60s, we had entry of typewriter, calculators, walkmans. 70s, was the era of micro-processors, digital camera. The 80s, we had the advent of CDs, APPLE Mcintosh, MICROSOFT windows, space shuttle. the 90s, saw the emergence of DVDs, text-messages, etc.

Ever wondered, from where a raw idea about these final products came from? The answer is the human intellectual powers along with the combined efforts of HUMAN BRAIN. The human brain has been considered as a fine fertile land where ideas germinate.

Technology has in a way made our lives a-clutter-free-daily-affair. Its providing comforts which are necessary to the human being. One can transmit data to any hand-held device wirelessly and that too within seconds, I mean was it possible a few deacades ago. We can talk to our friends/relatives through Skype. How cool is that.

But my dear friends, a coin always has two sides ie the same technology is hampering the development of human intellect. Technology in a way is making humans forget the super-powers of the brain.

Its a very common site these days if you happen to travel by Delhi Metro rail during morning rush-hour. Majority of people standing around you are busy playing games on their smartphones. Playing games such as candy crush, subway surfer, etc. are taking major time off their travel. Very rarely one sees a person reading a book or a newspaper, etc. unless one happens to be a student preparing for civil services exam. These games are a direct attack on an individual's intellectual brain.

I was reading a full page article in one of the Sunday editions of Hindustan Times on gaming addiction among the age group of 19-35 year old. There were interviews of people who accept that they are addicted to playing games whenever they get free time. One gentleman was open to even accept that the games are so addictive that it eats up his family time. Poor kids I would say. Another one submitted to the point that these addictive games were eating up his social time & diminishing his social life. 

By no means we should out-rightly develop hatred towards technology, but there's an old saying that excess of everything is bad.

In my view, we the human beings have always survived on intellectual powers and not on technological power. Ask someone marooned on an uninhabitable island where there was no mobile network, no internet, no technology but the positive gut feelings/thoughts from the brain that powered the individual to wade through it and emerge as a survivor.

Agreed to the point that modern world sans technology is nothing but a boring world but WHAT'S THE POINT IN LIVING IN A WORLD SURROUNDED BY HUMANOIDS??

DISCLAIMER : The above written words are a work of fiction. The writer by no means intends to hurt feelings of general public at-large. The writer never wants to undermine the role technology plays in today's modern times. The following were a collection of random points coming to the writer's mind while brainstorming on the topic. These are just collection of thoughts on "TECHNOLOGY OVERTAKING HUMAN INTELLECTUAL POWERS". The writer himself is a qualified mechanical engineer, an entrepreneur and very well understands the role of technology.

The bestest days of one`s life : CHILDHOOD

Ever wondered, why automatically a smile lights up on face when seeing his/her or anyone else`s childhood photographs? Its because the photograph shows your true innocence, its because the photograph shows your true image, its because the photograph shows no signs of tension, its because the photograph shows your true identity.

Whenever, specially i, one talks about childhood, all the events and old memories run through the mind. Its as if someone just played the entire childhood drama in front of your eyes in a moment. Mostly, all events are very much inter-connected, one event leads to second event, second event reminds of the third and so on. Its like a never ending process.

We all long, for once, childhood to return back,so that we can re- live that life, re-cherish those golden moments. But as they say, time never rewinds, one has to simply continue living his/her respective life.

Ever wondered why we always want our childhood to be re-lived, and our other parts of  our life? Its because that is the most tension free period of ones life. No studies pressure, no race for getting ahead from your peers, no burden to think about aims & goals of one`s life, no tension about competitive exams, no target reminders from your boss.

A mention of this childhood always reminds us those lazy sunday mornings, those cricket games through out the day during summer breaks, those outings with family, those trips to your maternal-grandmother`s place, those precious time spent in the company of cousins, to mention a few.

Wish i could re-live that part of my life again. Good Luck

Learn How to live life to the fullest

Ever wondered, how much we love to communicate, talk, share our thoughts with people around us. But what about those who can neither speak nor listen. These SPECIALLY ABLED PEOPLE....are the real heroes. We can atleast make others understand what our problem is or what bothers us the most, but what about these specially abled people. Well, to be frank enough, they too communicate.

But the main point of concern is the NEVER DIE attitude of these SPECIALLY ABLED PEOPLE. We call ourselves as normal human beings but the fact is these Specially abled people are the main source of inspiration for us and shall always inspire us.

For those who have different point of view, please see this video and decide yourself.


NOTE :
video source youtube
video link : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kk02qPlnS2E

AGNEEPATH AGNEEPATH AGNEEPATH-My learning from it

Once in my school(probably class 3-4, if i`m not wrong), read the poem AGNEEPATH AGNEEPATH AGNEEPATH and as an anxious kind was told by hindi teacher that the poet Shri Harivansh Rai Bachchan ji was the father of, the then and still the Badshah Of Bollywood Mr Amitabh Bachchan. At that point, i saw this piece of writing as just an ordinary poem. But i tell you what, a few days back realised the real meaning behind the poem and i tell you, its been an eye opener.

A day when the things were not going in the desired  way, the gloom descended upon and thus came the bout of negativity and negative thoughts. Though, i should accept that some way or the other my judgement was wrong and the decision was proved wrong. But next morning, as i was bathing, suddenly a scene from the movie AGNEEPATH ran again and again in my mind. The scene where the main character Vijay Deena Nath Chohan runs through the sea of fire was running in mind without a pause. Through out the breakfast and journey to the office, the scene was running in my mind and the dialogues were just unstoppable. As soon as i reached my office, quickly searched out for this poem through Google, read it almost twice and thus was able to give some sort of peace to my mind. For the entire day, the poem was there on my desktop and red it after regular intervals.

That day i realized the true meaning of this poem. The poem simply states that every moment, every second, every minute,every day is a struggle, an AGNEEPATH(a path of fire) for the human being. I have learnt a lot from this poem and shall always remember the true meaning behind these lines. The poem has truly inspired me. When ever i am dejected and gloomy, i read this beautiful poem and gain back my confidence and myself.

link for the poem : http://www.geeta-kavita.com/hindi_sahitya.asp?id=93