Precious Little Moments!

Life is a box of chocolates, you never know which one you might get ( unless the box is all yours of course! ), each of the chocolates tasting different than the other. And so does it goes true for events and moments that we live by.

Life has an uncanny way of disguising to something new or rather modified in every another day that we step by. It's the sheer ungratitudiness of being mere human beings that we seldom give a thought on the various aspects of ' how it did?'. A person lives some of his life's best moment today and is still unsure about how it might ' tomorrow '. However, the answer isn't about finding a statistically proved model of working out the probability of ideally finding a yet another 'good day', but it should be about how 'yesterdays' are the moments that gives meaning to our life and to what we are today. It's weird how the invisible traits of life, which otherwise are just the figments of how much we can cache the memories - of ours and others, has the power of depositioning how we might view others and how others might view us.

However, the point of this posting wasn't about, stretching the limitless counter arguments that my mind might give in for even having thought on - how vague arguments on something that are vaguely visible should take the upper shelves of my supposedly nimble time these days.

So, lets move in to the precious little vagaries of Life which adds nothing much but the more of you with fews that you can recollect and rejoice ( at the end ) having done that. I will do mine for certain.

This should be nothing more than a routine exercise to gather more of such for many people across that you call - 'the loved ones'.

Let's unravel it...

I keep telling myself... if there is something that is most precious to me, then it would be my Dad and each of the moments that I'ad spent with him. But, on a serious note, when I actually try to recollect those moments - it takes me a lot to recall those. Some of the the moments that first strikes and comes to my mind are ( trying to note down the first three ):-

Moment1- The first and the Last 'Slap'.

It goes back to my primary school days ( I was in 4th standard, 1995 ), I'ad a petty little fight with my Dad over some superstitiously generated urgency of having Rs.100 in my pocket. I wanted to go to a restaurant along with my friends ( what? ). Sounds like, an annoying little kid I must have been. Rs.100 bucks in 1995 meant a lot...and it even did more to a 4th standard student. And quite obviously my Dad did say 'NO' and wanted to re-negotiate on the terms of my demands with mega depreciation furthering to Rs.10.

Rs.10, how does that sound? I wished it had been my birthday that day...but alas, it wasn't. You can guess what a spoilt, short-tempered brat would respond back by. Yes, I did that... started kicking around the furnitures, clothes rack and whatever my legs could reach within the 'acquired-circumference-of-zero-tolerance'. I guess it should have been sufficient enough to cool down my anger and justify the 'howling acts' and shedding of some 'forced tears' to ascertain my position over my justified claims.

Well...I went overboard...I over did...

by heading for my Dad's room and trying to make a hole using a knife ( DAO )through his suitcase so that I could get my hand on the cash( if there were any ). Pretty good, sturdy traditional VIP suitcase it was ( I could make only few scratches which might possbilby be deciphered as some ancient fossilised writings, if aliens discover it, eons later)!


My futile efforts just earned me a one good tight slap.
And I get nostalgic remembering that...the only Slap ever and so far!

moment2 .. ( shall continue later ) :)

P.S:- I would suggest, even you try out the same...and gauge for yourself as to where you fall!

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An Idea, that couldn't take off!

If you can self-employ yourself ( what an oxymoron phrase ) and help others in doing so, you make a great deal out of the MBA degree that you earn by accumulating all the marketing jargons in 2 years course of mba certification. What? You don't believe it... ok... naysayers have their own thoughts. :)
Just trying to buy lame excuses so that I keep myself from never to stop dreaming about becoming an entrepreneur someday. The word sounds good - 'entrepreneur' , a good occupation for people who wouldn't like to take orders from people around and where you get your own options to choose; where you get your orders from!
This post is about an entrepreneur kinda stuff that I had in my mind, that never took off. It was 2008 ( somewhere February ), I was working in a small software firm, 'Vinove ( Delhi )', when I got this idea of coming up with my own social networking site. An independent domain name, with GBs of hosting space, an innovative name, a mass-media promotion for the same. Well, I'ad literally thought down about all the features this 'supposedly unique website' would come up with. Now, with thousands of social networking sites, along with the likes of Facebook, Myspace, Orkut etc, it would be the stupidest to think for a social networking site that would cater to, whatever these sites have to offer. Well, I wasn't thinking of that. So, this had to be something unique. It needed to have its own niche segment that it could target to.
"WWW.Lifewithoutthem.COM" - that was the name I'ad thought. ( haha... I was a jerk of having not been able to think of something better than that ). So, it's pretty implied what this site would have catered to. OK...You're still waiting for me to explain that! Then you fall in my league as well. Actually I did try a lot of names... rememberingyou, rememberingthem, lovedones, blah blah... but all were unavailable. :(

This website was about - giving virtual space to all of the people who are dead. You would need to register, then provide the photographs of the loved ones you would like to feature in this site. This was supposed to work out as some sort of 'Obituary space' for the netizens. I knew pooling around all the Dead people profiles from around the world would be a mammoth task, so just wanted to stick around with only Indians on my mind.
So once you're done with registration, the admin ( me ) would check out the validity(of course, I wouldn't be able to do that, unless I've access to the database of all the dead people or any of my cousin works in some central govt dept office with access to all of these). Then, put your request Live by next day. You can pen down testimonials, moments shared with him/her, some memorable photographs ( create an album for the deceased infact ), then invite your friends, who you think might know him/her to have a look and give their own shares. And...Voila... you've given him/her, a space that would live by ages ( unless the validity of the site expires and I am unable to pay for its renewal, ofcourse ), a space that would keep growing, a space that your kins, his/her kins, relatives would cherish.
So, a complete online journal for a beloved ones gets created....and you never miss to put a smile on your face, going though those beautiful moments you'ad to share.
Well.. thats it. I couldn't come up with it, despite even having thought to quit my job for this project. I'ad to grab my call for MBA. Now, there's never enough time to think of that sorts...and it was few months back ( somewhere April 2009 ), when I told the same to my friend, he introduced me to a website with similar features, name Respectance ( click for the page ). After going through this...I don't know if I really should feel glad - that my thought never did took off".

Anyway, I hope people who wants to come up with such a kind of website, can better it, with more specific targets in mind.

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A Driving license for an MBA!

The idea of fat pay-checks once you roll out of a good B-school, despite the sheer personal acknowledgement that you could have done much better with a job rather than spending 2 years on mugging and roting up something vestigial - is a firmly entrenched belief for many MBA grads. 

I'm currently undergoing my summer internship with a company xyz and the task in hand - "200 institutes to be surveyed in 20 days"... I wonder...if we need a driving license and equally maneuvering expertise of MotoGp bikers or I would need an MBA degree for that ? Cost cutting - the need of hour - They say !!! 

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Pune Summers and the Pains!

Writing back after a long hiatus and I believe in this course - might have lost a many of the few visitors to my blog. A very bad example of how to maintain a blog and along with that to keep dreaming of bringing in new readers. 

This summer has been a nightmare - one for the climatic definition of what summers stands for and the other in lieu with the summers essential for aspiring managers. WoW...did I say 'aspiring managers?'. Well...I did, quite an obnoxious paraphrase for MBA grads who's been badly hit by the so called global economic recession, and quite a pain in ass when you've to work for the companies xyz as summer intern as necessitated by the mba curriculum - to give an insight into how the corporate life would be, once you start working. 

This has been a long sluggish summers for me - for many reasons that I've been sun-baked now and OH MY UV rays allergy ( which I'ad been diagnosed once during my engineering days ) and the investments on assets of natural liquidity - the petrol and the constant paranoia of getting hit by thousands of bikes and cars I come along while riding my *newly-purchased-old-kinetic*, which is so shameless of guzzling petrol with the loudest of roars ( Ya, I've to mend my silencer...I know that!! ) in the vicinity. And of course not to forget the 10mins of kicks drills to start my kinetic each time I give it a rest for 1 hour ( And Ya...my battery wouldn't work ) - and paradoxically - all for the summers that requires me to run around the whole PUNE. 

So, much for summers...and the mortgaged self esteem wouldn't take respite to give back the appreciations...with so called Indianised version of "slowdown economy" - all one gets back for the efforts and the pains are "depreciation" . 

Just....praying for 15 June...when I would be free from the agonies of my First Summer!

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Things that consoles me...

Had my 3 hours International Marketing lecture this evening...and probably the last lecture of the subject for this semester, though I bunked many of the same ( atleast among the highest few ). But, I had to strictly align my tendencies to bunk classes with the principle I am very passionate about, which is - " All gone well at the end is counted under GONE WELL".

Being the last class our lecturer took a time off to provide his feedback for all the presentations we had given...and the usual advices on how being consistent and being innovative weighs much more than the mere marks a class topper scores over another. WoW.. that was a yet another consolation to my ever falling grades though I manage to pass all the papers ( 14+ khichdi subjects in one single sem ) on a single cue that I keep giving myself every morning - Ya, am a good dreamer which probably could be, because I am a good sleeper too. That's an uncanny habit which probably by now has become a part of my gene and my kids in future too would inherit the same - and am quite confident about that. Have tried real hard to get rid of this...but why would one get rid of something every human beings treasure and care about the most, thats an impromptu question that strikes my mind. And ya, am a very mindful guy as well...apart from a good dreamer... so I dream, for which I sleep - even if it meant compensating the balance sleep hours in the class.

OK. That was deviating ! :)

Lets deviate again...

Have you ever wondered where the best brains of the world go for their higher degrees, atleast in the management perspective? It's the likes of Harvard, Oxford, London school of economics, Standfords, and the best in India to IIMs.

Now, did you ever wonder where the BESTEST of these mangerial brains opt to work for ( which sector, in precise )?

Investment Banking sectors ( likes of Mckinsey...and erstwhile Lehman bros & DSP Meryll Lynch ).

Now, did you ever wonder the failure in proper management of which sector has led to one of the biggest financial crunch that world has ever witnessed?

No... prizes for guessing.

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Questions and answers to Life ?

I keep pondering, which course of Life is actually the hardest or the easiest ?

Or does it really make any difference if toughness or its opposite would make any drastic change, well I don't rule out the possibility of minute changes though.

A new born baby, unable to walk, nor choose or wear its clothes and neither feed itself. Does these inabilities exactly define the Hardship of life in its real terms?
Or are we to go ahead and set ourselves with further refinements in defining the abject ridden life?
Or is it always hard all the time?

My confusion is in relation with every actions we take in a day's or minute's life. How significant are, each and every minutely detailed actions responsible to the further comings we would face ahead ? Can we really correlate all the decisions and consequences ? Can we really decide on the consequences? Now if we can to the later question just laid, how good would it suffice to the consequences?

Can there be really any consequences if we have upper hand on deciding its out comings?
OK... outcomes and consequences does sound one... quite synonymous. But are they really same?

Does it bother if I ask you so many questions or I do the same to myself?

Now isn't it hard .... I guess, I just made my life harder.

So play simple. Play safe. Life ain't just walk the cake.

" Shall try to come up with more.... :) "

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My Hero ! (VKV Jairampur days...NSCN)

Ok... this is just an encomium to my real life Hero,who's also a very close friend of mine.

How many times in our life do we come across a deathlike situation, grim for extra bravado's that we boast of, and certainly a time to subside by the ignominy of looking helpless ?
And how many times do we help being helpless though ?

I get nostalgic (whenever I see covers of TOI newspapers flashing down its own brigade of new age leaders), about this friend. And I can't find the mot-juste to define how this guy really influenced me.

Date:5dec 2001
It was way back during my class 12 days in VKV jairampur. Everyone busy with their own self styled preparation for the board exams in next few months. Some inside their room, some in the walled closet of bathrooms(independent room one could boast of) and some with temporary huts built by bamboos with their own fantasies of cast away for exams style.
It was just the usual evening,juniors in the playground, and most of the batchmates , nowhere to be seen.
Me and three of my friends planned for a Maggi n Samosa trip to Shatroh(17th)mile's canteen. Its a km walk from the hostel, and the favourite stop junction for all the Jairampurians(VKV) to pacify the Hunger or the distasteful elementary taste buds having sedated by VKV MESS FOODs. And the Munims , marwari styled talks certainly made it sure that we come back at the night too. Whatever anyone says, we Jairampurians devoured Eating Munimji's Maggi and half plate plain rice. Atleast it appeased more to our olfactory cells... and its hard arguing them(the cells offcos).

OK..its deviating...got bit nostalgic....

The Story actually starts from here....
As soon as we were done with our Snacks, we came out of the canteen to find three Local guys in bikes parked outside the canteen, staring us... and one of them heavily drunk.
As soon as we passed through them, One of them started shouting and calling out words, and ya...few of those words for VKV Jairampurians. And offcourse this was hurled on us, we being the only VKVians there.
It sounds hilarious when I think of it now...the kind of VKV Patriotism we used to have for our alma mater and Seriously, none of VKV Jairampurains would have patience and let things go, if its about VKV jairampur, but most importantly , If and only if I or any other VKVians happens to be in Jairampur. Hmmmm sounds Doggy logic.

So we looked back, gave them a stare... and offcourse got nothing of the responses that we would have devoured. Hmmm... disappointed we returned back to our hostel.
And all of sudden, one of my companion, got impatient and regretted of having done nothing about the above Incident.
Well, I tried to pacify him , but he insisted on going alone...
Well... the rest is History... Jairampurian History.

It's now.... 10pm....
the Bigger part of the History was yet to arrive, :)
I was discussing with a friend of mine, if we should go and sleep in the classroom... Hmmm he rejected my offer and said there was nothing to worry about.

Some of my classmates , were discussing about the Historical event that we just did, and some in their own Bedshetted Cabins.

Ten minutes passed, I could hear some guys shouting outside.... Thought, it might be some juniors playing around.
Within minutes, the voices became more prominent with , THUDS and SCREEches... and off course, the UHH AHHs part(how can I miss that).
My fears were about to come true...
I could see two gun totted person(militants actually)inside our hostel, and shooving and kicking my other mates out of their room.
Hmmm... with all my fears and prays, I was inside my cabin, breathlessly... and how I wished I could turn invisible to them.
But, alas , it didnt work.
I was forced outside of my room, banged with the gun behind my head, kicked to the walls.... Opps.. Ya...none landed any punches on my face though.

Once I was out of the hostel... another mahabharatha was getting unfolded outside the dormitory. Well, we(VKVians) were offcourse forced to enact the evil sides of any Bolly flicks.... You get all....and take it all.... the punches and the kicks.

Hmmm.... I was terrified looking at my frens getting furled up three or four rounds , in response to just a single kick.
Well, My friends enacting this part of diving and defying newtons law of equal response certainly, didn't amuse the Gun totted militants, numbering 25 to 30, with their china imported guns(as one of them proclaimed this... hmmm.. well we had to buy that line though, all disciplined)....
Some even showed grenades right infront of us.... Well, I didn't know they were from some Suicide squad... :)
Jokes apart... All my friends were terrified, and so were the juniors, held captive at gun point.
They told they were from NSCN militant outfit, and were here looking for class XII guys involved in the fight with one of their informants.
Well, so much for just disciplining... Were they insane ?

We were asked to line up(both class 11 n 12 students)...
One of my closest friend was dragged out from the line and was brought at the front of the queue to sort out the class 12 students who were actually involved in the scuffle.
I was the first among my classmates in the mixed up line,in counting
.... I could see few of my juniors who were infront of me with their terrified mixed feelings about the whole happenings.
So the sorting began....

"Was he among them ?" NSCN cadre with the gun pointed at my friend asked.

"NO " came the reply from my friend ...

"Was he ? "
"NO".... He's kicked everytime toward the end of the row, after every counting...

"Was he ? " ...
"NO "....

Well...answer would obviously have been a "NO"... since all those were asked to identify were from Class XI....
My Number was nearing... I didn't know what they would do to me...

Ya... I remembered my Gods, my parents and my other fairy angels.
I prayed to them... I wanted to Live...

My long waited turn finally came up...

I could see my friend's bruised up face, but a bold glow in his face surprised me...
I showed my grim pale face, so that he could sympathize upon me and say a "NO" just like he did for the Class XI guys. He showed me no response that I would have expected to be kind on me.... save my life.... atleast save me from the beatings.

Well.... " Was he there ?"

"NO"...said he, again kicked ahead.

I was taken aback my his answer... how could he be so foolish to throw such kind of gauntlet to a Militant group, who doesn't spare Military personnels even.

Well... He kept saying NO... till the last guy.

I was amazed by his Courage or what we would say rationally..."his foolishness"...

But, he certainly has won a place in each of our batchmates' heart.
He is my HERO.

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Sorry, can't disclose his name.
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Paradoxes and Self-actualisation!

Idu ,the tribe with a strong sense of keeping the Tradition and culture ahead of all the things.Being an Idu binds a person with so many unknowns faces to the so called string of Relatives(ANA). This Ana tradition has been followed since the times Idu community was brought up. But mind it! Everything has an Starting point and thats
where the rules of how things should go ahead in a society ,emerges. With all the strong reasons and the supposition of the implications that a specific Law could have on the entity of the Society in the near future ,these rules were brought to light and after a general
consensus these laws were implemented and then passed on. Its great and proud to acknowledge that though We don't have any drafted documents which could be preserved for the generations ahead to remind that We are social beings and social laws should be proportional to activity of ours ,Still these has passed from generations to next ,and has been looked upon with all the earnest efforts compromising the outcomes ,be it creative or ugly. I won't say this is a kind of orthodox community instead its much flexible compared to those there in Rest part of India. But I need to remind the present generation ,are'nt we much reasonable than those
who lived long time ago and drafted out the unending ,controversial(not exactly) and incorrigble Laws of "ANA-Ship" . I guess the readers can get what I intend to say with the Anaship problem
that has all been here in our society and has survived like an unassumed sequential thesis in our society and is really alarming at the present stage ,where we are at the brink of Saturation.
We are Social beings and its no doubt without representating ourselves as an related relative vector of time runned Social arena ,to the other entities of Society we can never say we have been Socialistic and our approach to imbibing the traits of our community has been a successfull. Relation is just the synonym
of a Social link we make through the entire process of life. Hence relating ourselves to the other entities of the community is basis from where we can start defining a Well Established Community.So with the earnest belief I feel we should be respecting the Relations that we share . But the point I want to make is that these relations should'nt be made the scapegoat of others doings.
We have a so laid rule that if a guy marries a woman who's related to him (after a hefty calculations of the generation branches)then the interconnected entities of the generating branches that was once generated by the fore runners of the family has an resultant output that their known relation are in Jeopardy due the unknown relatives who wishes to unite. This implies Today's related Sister of mine ,Tomorrow could be someone who's an unrelated entity of my family relation ,and what more;I could even ask for her hand !. Can I do that ? Will someone stop me if I said now she is an Achimi(non-relative) now and I have the whole right of doing that because am Idu and Idu rules allows to marry an Achimi. Well ! I would be the first one to stop myself from doing that since my conscience would never allow me that. So should'nt a Law and it's results, be applicable to the general conscience of any Idu.And mind it I would never go against two souls being united ,if it's something that can be compromised.
As I had highlighted that the our community had a starting point when these laws were framed for the good of the peoples involved,but at that time Our population was quite less and there might had been lack of connection between the various sections within our community ,each having a well defined Surname to tag with his usual name.
Hence to bridge these sections it became an important part to single channelise the whole to a common ground of so called Relative. And our history tells us there were constant fights among these sections (Village wars) and perhaps there could be no better solution than implementing this ANASHIP to end up the conflicts and harmonise
the society. So some wise Martinets must have thought of framing the Anaship and to prevent its future confrontations they ammended the biblical stringent laws . But let me be frank ,they had no idea of how it would saturate the whole community and frustrate the future generation. Some might say am disrespecting them but I know for sure with all my feelings that we present generations are full of reasons and these reasons are just the outcome of the stages , events and rules that we have been subjugated to,and its very natural that our future generations would be much more reasoning than us.Thats how Time factor works with its entities.
So should we sacrifice our reasons for the reasons that are of less weightage. I won't . your's decision
are solely yours. Do we need to bring changes? I will try hard,cause I should be reasonable to my future generation.
I said Try because I alone can't represent a society and initiatives need to be taken together with equitable peoples who wish to be answerable to the next generation of ours. We are the faces of tomorrow and its not a revolution that we seek ,it's just a reasonable compromising solution that we ask for the currently most besotted problem with some segments of Anaship.
Well I can't say am someone with the solution but am sure to say am here to contribute and this might look to someone am an another frustrated Idu guy but to be frank I can say am frustrated just not because of this so called thing pegs limitations to my freedom but it does more to the reasons we have.
INITIATIVES REQUIRED? a question upon which you could add up things , that's your views. Well I would really appreciate if any of the correspondents replies me back with the view and reasons if we really do need to take up the initiatives and HOW?
Well being an ''to be engineer" I could say we develop a Software Programming whereby we can add the whole Idu population name which existed and which does now, with the corresponding progenitors subtitles and branches. Maybe this could just bring our compatible counterpart in just a fingertip. Write down your name and whom You seek and "ENTER" , you get back the whole list of reasons why you two could be compatible or why U two aren't? (COMPATIBILITY CALCULATOR) (Engineers Wanted!!!)Haha!! well Jokes apart ... I would really appreciate if you could take up some precious time of yours and reply me back,with your views and thoughts. This contribution of yours could be the next step for the Fulcrum around which the rat race with the time could start. Well it's just a initiation of complacent effort that we seek to be in Sync with the purpose would take.
Pass it to every idu youths you know and please, I know someone who knows me well could say am Novice in this Traditional Talks ,well! would appreciate if you could take me in your Discussions.

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contentment vs complacent

CONTENTMENT : how much are we to that? How many people have wanted to kill themselves, and have been contented with tearing up their photograph! Jules Renard (1864 - 1910) . Do we suffer from premature arrest of an unassuming question but an 'to be assumed' fact if we are really content with the Life we live now? How much of our Assumption can yield us and how much calculations does an action of ours demand to synchronize the entities ,namely the Effort and Output. These are the two most basic parameter which has always been enigmatic and elusive factors. Are we content? Is Contentment an overvalued virtue? Is it merely the precursor of stagnation of ambition and ultimately, its cessation? These few queries draws us legitimately to put forth ,what changes we have brought since we first started thinking about Life? The first one could translate into if we are really content with the career initiative we pursue at the moment? Implications could be many but with the basis that we have stood forth for it and even if we haven't achieved it yet ...Theres still another day. Well so one can say the first initaitive would be to Hope for better reasonable aspects of life. Well thats being an Prudentive Optimist Assumer. If we begin with certainties ,we could end up in doubts; hence we should be content to begin with doubts,so that we end in certainties. Contentment has been widely credited with the ability to free one from the demonic influences of envy and greed, and teach one to enjoy the present regardless of the difficulties circumfering now and most important to help one achieve a fastened posture of self-identity and a spiritual sanctuary for the soul. But this Philosophy could be a paradigm to the synchronized advance of Life as it antithetical to it with the very first reason that it promotes the stagnation of one embodied thinking thrust to scale up high things of life and eventually calls up for the need of compromising act when better things could be done. Is trying to achieve spiritualistic contentment and reckless act of ours to suppress the antagonistic entities of Life? should we try facing it or should we confine to the limited bounds we know and Stop? But could that act be a tether to crop out the equanimity we are much concerned of? Or Should we sideline the contentment for a time being and adapt with the chauvinistic approach to work ahead to sort out the malfunctions of the system that defines our approach? or Should we start making distiction between the Contentment and Complacency ,though the words gives the same dictioned meaning? So many question , yet one answer we seek. Contentment as conceptualised by philosophers,is a profound state of mind and unlike Complacency ,it cannot result from cognitive assessment or external recognition of a tangible accomplishment. Neither does it emanate from the acceptance and rationalisation of an actual unsatisfactory state of affairs . Contentment and Complacency could be set apart with an example of an troubled retreat within the soul to seek for Happiness and satisfaction which is nothing but superimposed and self illusioned within the circumvent border we create. Genuine Contentment is an existential Philosophy that can be reched only when one has a deep-seated sense of the meaning and purpose of Life,While Complacency can be juxtaposed with the set of behavioral responses, like one bringing out compromising initiatives for the unachieved non-responsive episode of Life. Will it be reasonable to confine with the act of compromising with the laid down facts and limit the domain to experiment our Zeal? We Human beings have different needs at different stages and as soon as one of these level is accomplished another higher level sets in and so comes the other higher needs and these dominates our action . We could call this as an subsidised act of contentment untill an unless it doesn't motivate one to move ahead with altruistic approach and disagrees the basic law of formulated disciplined life with attitudes superseeded with the imbibing traits of any so called Social being. Could we call these level advancement an act of Greed? For me its not, Untill and unless one doesnt hamper the progress or hurt the inmates of its social arena his work can't be credited with the tag of a Greed. Its other thing that the some entities could feel jealous and might feel we are being greedy even when he is under no circumstance subjugated to any harm from our craving for next Level. Well this line could itself reciprocate and well defines one who is jealous is himself being greedy and he could be never content since he finds being content or complacent ,either with himself nor with the others. So contentment seekers , you needn't worry of the brackbits till you can reason out why your acts won't harm others . Life is a just a semaphore ,where every signal we relay is cached and outcome is something that has to be latched and multiplexed with the wide engimatic options ,some seen and some unseen. So the idea of being Content and complacent in a state of time ,and within the momentary flick of an Event is to common channelise the moral values we consider imperative and the basic formulated laws of Humanism with certain % of altruism prefixed upon it to diversify with the unconditional ,unassumed phenomenon that could occur within a blink and demand us back the moral aspects we consider utmost.

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My Mom

I was born in Roing, had a great childhood and still remember few of the first friends I'ad in my life .
My mom Supti Ekru, is something I would miss for whole of my Life. I've seen the Hardship she has had in her Life. My Life story if I was to tell you would circulate back to the days I'ad with my Mom.
My dad, the most gentle creature I've ever come across is something am really proud to say, is my own. I still remember, those childhood days, when I was as naughty and short tempered one could be(though i'm not now).
Believe me, even at the age of 5-6 I used to have fights with my Parents, on petty things that, I need 100 bucks so that I can go and hang around with my friends,watch movie or any other stuff. I would burst down on any other member of the family if there was nothing at home that i could serve to my friends.
And in many occassions, i remember having ran away from home be it morning dusk or late night, just because i got scolded from my Mom or Dad.
Till date, i can remember , it was only once that I got a slap(not that forceful) from my Dad in whole of my Life, even after having, given him some serious troubles. It was my Mom that I remember, who would discipline me up, with some serious beatings if I did anything wrong and wouldn't listen to them. I wished, if I had had someone to do the same now.... beat me... love me... and be real closer to me....
One incident I recall foremost is about, Ya, when I was in ..hmmm... 2nd standard. I asked for some 100bucks from my Dad and he was reluctant in giving that, then like as usual I started yelling and throwing all the stuffs near me , around. It was my Mom who came to my Dad's rescue.
What next... a nice beating from my Mom then like as usual....I ran away from my home, just to return back with hungry stomach.
It was my Mom who beat me up, but when I returned silently, I confronted her first and said "Nani(mom in my language), lets leave this house " ...... hahaha.... In normal cases, I should have confronted my Dad for that. But..... I loved my Mom above all....
I still remember my Mom crying, when I would Leave for my Hostel at the end of vacation.
I was in a residendential school in Itanagar at that time.
I miss those days... when I would curl down my Hands around her during night and feel the warmest of everything.

I left DPVB Itanagar for VKV Roing and this was if am correct my 5th school and I was getting enrolled in class 5 now.
I was in my Hometown, but still was made to Live in a hostel despite my numerous fiasco escapades from Hostel.
VKV as its known for the kind of Malnourished and Never Tasty food they serve, was to be my School for another 4 years. Outside foods, biscuits or any other eatables were not allowed inside the hostel. Incase, anybody brings it, then He would have to share with all other guys in the hostel.
Well I was kind of expert in concealing those stuffs. My Mom, she used to visit me every weekend with biscuits unlike any other parents in the whole schools. She was always punctual with the routine she had framed to meet me everyweekend with Biscuits.
I'ad heard lots of comments from my mates owing to that. But, I was proud ... I had a Mom who would walk down more than a km and never fail to provide me the biscuits.
Then my demands started changing as I went to higher standard. Now, it was about cooked chicken from Home..... and I was covered with that too.

Month:october , Year : 1997

I remember the Last visit my Mom, gave me during the VKV Roing days. It was Diwali and we had no classes ...and I really wanted to go to my Home, even if its for few hours. I called her up and She was there as usual for me. I told my desire about visiting Home, she told , she would Talk to Mr.K.P.Rao(our principal) for it.
I still remember she heading all the way through a road near our football field to the Principal's office. She returned just to tell me that Principal didn't allow her to take me home.
I was sobbing and asked her again to go back to the principal's office and make a more fervent request . She went again to the Office...and returned with the same reply of being not allowed.
I So much felt, inside me to go home and sleep beside my Mom that Day.
She promised to send me some crackers through someone else by evening and Left.
I got my Crackers by evening as promised.
That was the Last visit she gave me in VKV Roing.

November came.... it was the windiest month i can recall till date.
I got ill , I was suffering from Dysentry . For past two-three days I was being sent to Hospital for check up....but my condition was still the same. I was happy inside. I thought, this might atleast make the Teachers to call my Parents and ask them to take me Home. I was waiting for that moment anxiously.
It was Nov 16 , time :after 5pm . We were having prayers in our Hostel. I didn't attend the prayer that evening, since I was still weak due to my illness. There was no Power in the Hostel, I was sleeping Tucked inside the folded Bedding . Everyone was in the prayer Hall.
All of sudden I heard some voices , and could see the beam of the torch light too , walking toward me. I saw my Cousin elder brother 'Tama ' with the Principal. I could hear the prayer still going on in the adjacent Hostel. I was so much delighted to see him, and thought they might have called him since I was sick... so ..that I could go home.
Rao sir, told me there was some urgent work in my Home and my presence was required there. I sensed something fishy, suddenly a Cat crossed my way , I got afraid.
I went toward the gate with my brother, sat on his bike and started for Home.
In the whole journey of 5mins from school to my House, he didn't utter a single word. I felt the greatest fear of my Life. I reached home, just to see an ambulance parked outside the house and many other Known relatives outside my room. I still remember the "white Hospital stretcher " kept near the Door to my room. My Dad, came near me and holded me tightly with red tearful eyes.... i couldn't take it. I was looking for my Mom now. Where is she , why isn't she outside .... I ran inside the House ..... and saw my Mom lying Silent in her Death bed.
That was the Last time.... I saw my Mom.......so close.
And I infact still miss her daily.
Wished she were here or I was there above with her.

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