Will go clean to grave - I

Lol! My going to grave is not a matter of public utterance as far as my knowledge goes,but some people have made my day by embedding my heroics in their life to such an extent that even carbon bonds in diamond would shy away. I have made a small cell in my heart to nab and held captive these stories for multiple reasons to go silent to grave. It is I who thought to take them with me so people LIP (Live in Peace), but no, the LIP(common guys, its English Lips) :), they never let them rest.

It is funny when you hear dialogues like “Jab log tumhare bare main bolte hain to samjho tum taraki kar rahe ho” (When people speak about you, it means you are important and advancing), “Haathi chalichi majare, kukura bhaku chanti hazaare” (The majestic elephant is walking merrily and thousands of dogs barking at top of chords at the majestic creature) as a matter of fact it is  really funny to see it happening around you. Ouch, did that hurt, watch “Pain and Gain” and keep reading to gain something at the end!!This is a real story and and in disclaimer notes none of the characters are fake. 

One fine morning in 2009 January dawn dawned upon an introvert, and it was because of my best friends who calls her “Sumaniii” as that rhymes with their names when they said “Lets do some changes in you”. They asked “What problems have you got in wearing jeans and tees?” Poor being was like “Fine will do”. Some other day “What problems have you got in coming to functions?” Deprived soul is like “Fine will comply”. and there it all started. Yes, the “Xtasy 2009”, thought of something new , rather than being a bystander and named it as Murder Mystery. An event that was novel and none other event matched what was done in such short time. Being Agatha Christie fan I decided will do the event in the last two years at my alma mater this function and attend the function as instructed by my bosses (Silpi and Sompa). The first year was a great turn out and even though the committee didn’t pay even a penny to the winners and my name was slandered I thought of repeating my mistake in 2010 also as a promise made to self. 

So the event in 2010, wait a minute, little flash back in 2010 did see a girl who was dancing in some show somewhere and was whistled now and then for her curves and moves. I was mocking at some junior’s comments without paying heed. The show got over we were leaving for canteen, when I saw the girl holding an aged person and walking her to the car. I smiled and kind of felt sparks. Then a song, come back guys no Telugu Hero Heroine scene. I walked to the canteen and my friends were talking about her dance. I was still having the scene of the car in my neurons. Now after the flash back the scene goes like this, I had the characters etc chalked out for my event “Murder Mystery”. I needed volunteers, but I had to get juniors as I know participants rather than game would concentrate on talking to girls “free entry”, right, so I better not ask 4th and 3rd year. So left outs are 2nd year and 1st year, not sure 2nd year had some business going on and had to get from first years and anyhow they are new and go though ragging so at least event is much better than that. 

I had a good team who knew juniors from my department and told will arrange the characters for the event. If I am not aging and grey cells intact, I had 4 female characters and 4 male characters. We had male characters but finding female character was not easy. All we could gather were 3 volunteers from first year who said yes and last one I had to beg one of my batch-mate Devika to play. There were no rehearsals needed, I prepared the dialogues and answers for the character and asked Pragyananda for the names and email ids of the people. He gave them to me and I send them the details. Only one day I asked them for the rendezvous so that they know what it was all about. It was tuesday afternoon I suppose when the team assembled for brief meet. Fate or destiny wrote the tryst when that day’s car girl walked in. I almost stood their frozen, forgetting what have I to speak to these. I told Pragyan, dude take it and explain I will be back. I ran and search the names on the sheet(Please note, no smart phones yet). I guessed the wrong name and called out loud to give the roles when I came back. I gave the wrong girl the right character “Mrs.Brigenza”. Damn me!

Anyways destiny had it all planned so let be it. I made some changes in characters to fit the girl. As there were no rehearsals as promised to volunteers, I had to find ways to alter the engraved words just to meet her. So I called for a plan change to have a call out or read out session of the story. She didn’t come in lieu of some dance practice and I am like whatever, let me be judicious to my work. The day of event arrived and the turn out was huge, 60+ participants(too huge a number for a such an event) filled the room and some standing participants had to be accommodated. Participants ran out of Quiz events to be a part of it and my batch mates were making a fuss about the same saying why is this event made clashing with ours. The girl didn’t come that day too and someone else filled in for her. It was Jaba and later by Sovna may be. Jaba was so silent that I thought ultimately I will have to deliver her dialogues. Many a changes in characters has happened and I think one more volunteer(Swikruti) also dropped and was replaced by Pooja, my sweet sister who I think is one of the best things that has happened to me during that time.

The event ended well, and the gathering that started the game were equally energetic when it was over and the whole crowd was there without a miss to know the solution of the mystery. It was a huge hit with claps from all angle,  but I felt it was not a success for me. I never knew when from the event success focus has shifted from applauds of the participants to the car girl who didn’t come. Oh on a funny note, this year also the management engulfed the money and not even a certificate to winners. I know some of if you when read it might get reddened with fury. Ahh! don’t mind your food would need less chilly this night and if you have extra shove it into your butts.

I almost forgot all of her, when I received a mail from her in askance of apology of not making it to the event in the last minute. No please, no telugu songs right now. I said it is not an issue and take it easy as all went well. I asked if I can get her number and she gladly gave, her Facebook id and she did add me.  We started chatting and phone talks but she was mostly busy with classes. Even though not prompt, my messages never were let go without receiving a reply. She did respond to messages, yes those old style SMS-es. One fine day I told her I will be vanishing to States chasing my wild dreams. Her emotions were muzzled. She stopped talking and started taking pleas being here and there, but did call back when she feels like and that whole call would change this guy to be rowdy (yes, now picturize the telugu stars).

She never discouraged that moment and let the muzzle muffle things between us. She wished me regular talked about class and her days. I was like these things happen and she would understand what is it all about. That year was the year of football world cup and the girl being a big fan of the games wanted to watch the same, but her good grace and my ill fate she didn’t have a television in hostel and her exams were going on. Football to me is like fishing to a man from desert. I even didn’t know what an off-side was when I took it on me. I promised her one thing, “Eyes will be mine but view will be hers”. I read the wikipedia that I haven’t even used for my studies also to know about football. I kept my words, every single match day in day out I watched and sent her live feed (No RSS feed API was implemented), it was freaking hand typed scores through SMSs even at the dead of nights for the whole match season. Her replies are like “Thank you, I love Ozil, I love Messi”. I was happy in seeing these replies.    

The frequency of calls increased at least. She kept saying “you are nice”, ohh I forgot even though junior she never addressed me as “bhaiya”, that stigma which we carried as Indians of addressing elders with tags and not names alone. I had my TOEFL dates nearing and knew it would be incomplete if I don’t meet her once at least. So I called her up and asked whenever she wants and wherever she can I will come. She kept extending the dates and my exams got over and Visa work started. I kept saying will meet you once and thats all and she kept making new stories. I told it is enough and drew her two of her favorite cartoons and wrote a letter (Oh! not a love letter), it was more of words saying why from my side. I gave her friend the packet and said please give it to her, her friend smiled and said “You deserve better than her”. I smiled and told “Let fate say it”, and flew away on my scooty.

I never received a mail, message or a call from her. My visa was done on 20th of August and I was flying to States on 22nd. I called her almost 15 times that day and asked if she can meet and all she said was tha “She is busy”. 20th ended with nothing in hand, and with beginning of 21st I thought this will seal the fate and with courage called her to ask, what was it all about. She didn’t get my question at first attempt so I had to repeat what was that she sought from doing all this and what does she think about me, the reply I got from her took away everything from me “I had infatuation about you!”. That was the end, I knew I made a mistake. A kid who wants an Optimus Prime action figure when gifted the same without effort loses interest in the same. I cut the call as was traveling to Puri Jagannath Temple. When I came back, I wrote my last message to her saying “Would never ping you and this is the end of our chapter”.

I came with a heavy heart to the land of dreams. Yes, I too had a dream that I put in the pocket and came here. Great you guys have read the nice parts of the stories now lets throw some light on other aspects. First of all, I am sorry miss, the reason I never told about you to anyone is because I didn’t want your name to be slandered. Your fans hate me I know, as if I care.

You my dear girl, I kept my word to the bottom and never felt like making peace with you, but your lips service never stopped, isn’t it. You told I was mad about you, disturbed you, perturbed you. Your lovers got angry and jealous of me when you told I bothered you. Mark my words, your lovers hear my name only and none other from the plural bunch of LOVERS. They changed the tone and it kept circulating like a freaking MMS. It is fun, read the quotes above, the elephant is still happy and absolutely calm as you are a ghost for me from 22nd August 2010.

I thought it will stop one day when you get some guy in life. And one fine morning your room-mate told, you got committed and I am like awesome as now I wouldn’t hear the heroics tale of self. But wow, you told the guy to get committed on one condition “If he could become like me(Suman)”. I am like okay I have to stop this, don’t ruin someone else’s life, let the fellow chase his dreams. I pinged her, broke my words saying “Please don’t do that to him, he is in a good job and just early in career let him chase his dreams and not mine” but you convinced me saying that “He wants to be like me and walk the same lane”. I gave her the details what are needed in terms of preparation etc. and the conversation ended. I did talk to her friends and ask if she is doing okay with the things, but her friends were so happy to share the screen with her, that I had to kick them out of my life so that she can be happy with the guy rather than thinking I am still waiting for her.

I was invited to attend the Mr and Miss Xtasy Contest as judge on unfaithful day of February 2013. I went to meet Sovna and see the destiny, she walked right into me when I was conversing with Sovna on the corridor near Comp Science HOD’s room. As soon as I glimpsed her I left the talk in the middle letting her and her roommate (Jaba) gapping what has happened and who was that guy, seems familiar. Detailing, my hair was long and of course I looked different as if Wolverine got his hair styled as Brad Pitt’s recent hair style endevour. Jaba came and complained why on earth I didn’t meet her. I told destiny challenged me three years back and now I challenged the destiny, I will never meet her, mind it guys, I have done no wrong yet, ran away, because I know what infatuation is.

Days passed. Jaba had some painting competition  and she pinged me after that. I asked about basic whereabouts and she asked if I paint. I am like, yes why. She told you gave her two paintings (cartoons) and they are so good that she drew copying one of them at the competition and bagged a second prize. I told her that glad it came to her help. She said, you know she loves them and treasure them close to her. She came running to me after an hour and took it so that I don’t mess up the paintings. I am like “Ha ha good to know, I thought she would have burnt them by now as a gift from random FLIRTY guy”. Jaba told no, she has it all and still value them as her collection of sandals (if I remember correctly there were 110 that time).

Some more slinging, I did this I did that. One day one of her batch mate came and told bhaiya she told “Aaj Suman jo bhi hai meri wajah se hai, maine hi nahin rokka tha ussey” (Whatever Suman has become is because of her, if she wouldn’t have let me go then things would have been different). The guy who left all in tears because of her, has become what he is now with her grace. I did digest that. Her friends told she is a disaster and not worth of me. But I said to them, everyone is good, it just situation that compel them to do things. 

Why did I write about it today from blue? What has changed? 

I was fine till the point when the bullets were piercing through me, but now when they come to people around me and whom I care, I won’t let you pull trigger anymore. The ears that you are trying to fill with evil words about me, has heard me for 9 months through phone through those  very ears. The eyes that you dare to bring tears have seen me through thick and thin on videos. The person you are trying to throw dirt on, to her, has never met her, but still she belittles you and your sly nature. Your years of impression is washed with my presence in her life even though I am miles apart. Good lord, you are angry at me, I am surprised how much f**king time you guys have got to talk about some unknown guy and his nature. Don’t worry the elephant is still smiling at your existence. 

By the way, guys I don’t even know your names and regarding “CAR GIRL”, if you my girl have a little bit of shame, confess if not in public at least with a message as I am leaving out your name with full anonymity to save your skin last time.

~~~ Angry Shakespeare

भावनाओं को समझो |||

कुछ काले बादल छायें हैं,

किस्मत से, इस काली रात में |

कुछ थम्की थम्की आंधी है,

किस्मत से, इस काली रात में |

औज्हल औज्हल चंदा है,

किस्मत से, इस काली रात में ||

तेरी बिखरी बिखरी जुल्फों ने,

दिल थाम रखा है सिन्ने में |

तेरी काली काली आँखों ने ,

बाँध रखा है उल्जहन में |

तेरी प्यारी प्यारी मुस्कान ने ,

बेचैनी बनी है तन मन में |

दुबे दुबे से रहते हैं ,

किस्मत से, इस काली रात में ||

हर पल, प्रतिपल चाहेंगे ,

तेरे हर रंग पे डाएंगे |

खुशियों की सौगातें ले ,

तेरे द्वार बेद्वार पे आयेंगे |

प्यार बरस के आया है,

किस्मत से, इस काली रात में ||

CLASH OF WORDS AS BEING AN INDIAN

I had been to India recently and there I found some curious questions that acted like an instigator to pen this whole bunch of incidents. But to be true to words this has been the lava trying to erupt from long back. The red hot deposit inside of the volcano has been sulking drip by drip before its eruption. It is just the warning for the inmates to run and save your repute.

My friend out of humor quoted:

“Tujhe job mili to recession aa gaya,

Tune US ka ticket katwaya to earthquake aa gaya,

Tu India se udda so saath Irene le aaya..”

Though it was a joke but I loved the coincident. When I went to India, I encountered one question as if it’s like they are asking my name “Will you settle in USA?”. I smiled, often giggled, sometimes grinned, many a time chuckled and quite a few times smiled back whimsically with the naivety and lack of gravity they possess. It’s not their fault but the image which This nation has portrayed to the world. It is a fundamental question that everyone of us coming down to USA should ask self; “why are they welcoming me with open arms?“. It’s not the Big-Brother attitude, not the world relations then what is that making us lucrative to US. They allow us not because they have interest in our dreams but because they are dreaming through our dreams. I quoted before someone the reason why US is garlanding us with flowers is “We give them our parents hard earned money, population and efficient labor”. I will highlight the points as I proceed through.

People may joke about the issues but it is very true, when an American company visits to a Career Fair, they do have tag only US citizens but have you seen the Indian firms like TCS, Infosys etc coming to campus and saying only Indian citizens. Some would argue it’s their nation so they should get fair deal, I would agree but why are they sucking on our hard earned money for not providing any benefit. The fees we pay are around 9 - 10 times more than what they pay. So they sell our dreams for naught in return.

People think once in US you will get hundreds of jobs knocking at doorstep, but truth is if a student tries to go out of US during his OPT (Optional Practical Training), he is not allowed to return. The reason is that he has paid the College fees and completed the course so why would they allow a potential job-taker into the territory.

People say we try to lure an American to obtain a Green Card, but reality is they want it bad, imagine they are already lying low with population and efficient labor, so if they are getting a whole family of cheap labor just for a card how bad can that be? Indians are loyal like dogs to spouse so trap an Indian produce; mark the words not reproduce but produce some children and find a new one to let the new generation of efficient labor keep coming.

People have dreams to do masters and PhD here, but luckily I have just dreamt to come to USA. They have dreamt of jobs, yes the dream jobs which they dreamt of every night and day but ultimately to see tags “Outside students not allowed”. Wouldn’t it be disgusting for a LITERATE DOG to see “Dogs are not allowed” sign in front of a house. They say, we get job security in India. Biggies like TCS and Infosys don’t fire people that easily. The reason is a treason that needs to be mentioned. It’s not the India but the US that needs tech coolies to work for them. Every single engineer working over there at 30000 per month saves 4000USD for the US government. Just once if nations like India and China stop supporting US they would come on knees to beg for the same. I am not blaming the population of India for it but the ignorance of the nation to know their value in the world market. So it’s always the same we and China are the cheap suppliers of labor and that too quite efficient one.

I would be giving some more gruesome events that really hurts and will hurt you guys as you are an Indian like me. I met a fellow christened Saurav Bansal in the airport. He is a student like me travelling to Canada for his MBA. He cited certain harassing incidents for every Indian reading this article and not getting a spasm. He told about an American who was getting down at Mumbai airport in lieu of some business and quoted “I came to F**k India” in front of the Indian Airport Authority people at the airport. They didn’t move a muscle after hearing this. If same words would have been uttered before an American cop about his nation he would have smacked your face. It was unbelievable and intolerable. They come to our nation for business without a hitch but we have to go through hiccups even to gain a position we deserve.

People consider USA as a dream land, but the reality is something else. I went to my friend’s place yesterday and saw two cell phones are lying; one is Nokia E-series (costing around 30000INR) and the other one Nokia 2600 (costing around 3000INR) or something. I asked his roommate has X become rich; he laughingly quoted “No the cheaper one is for his night shift of job so that he doesn’t lose the costlier one if mugged”. I was amazed after the money laundering through charges they are even unflinchingly looting us. Curious isn’t it to see we even leave houses in trauma in the night. I still remember the day I was walking with a gang of guys one of them quoted “Aao aaj saalon dekhte hain kitna dumm hai”. This is not the bravery but the strength that’s momentary due to numbers.

About social life I should quote hardly Americans know who their neighbors are. If they know it’s only due to common functions, children in same school or class or may be due to common gym times, etc. What will they do, they are so self-centered that hardly find time to know about others. They are just machines who work from day to night and party on weekends. Indians think American are so socialized creatures but to be true they are not even social creatures.

Let the Americans scratch their brains in front of the student lot. I did shy them a time or two. I am not smart but same as every guy from India. I quoted “Not a single sincere guy from India would fall flat before the course curriculum of USA”. This is not boasting but the proud of having Indian education. Some asked “what’s the difference in our and their education” I dictated “It is the pressure they apply, they teach how to run the vehicle and we learn what a vehicle is”. There were some articles we are trying to adapt to their education standards, but the step would be a disaster as we need improvisation and not conversion.

Money is something available in plenty in USA so all try to gather with both hands. But here hands of outsiders are tied, someone tied one hand, someone both and some are even tied from legs. “Why so?” is not the question but “Why only we” is the question. The answer is we are achievers and real gainers, if the US Government doesn’t stop us we would take away every bit of their fame which they have earned due to us. Find any and every field we are there and no complaints from manager about us. It’s not me but us, and is due to the education where students attend classes 9 hours a day.

I am writing this stuff because of something lovely I did and felt proud of self. It was on Thursday evening when I was standing in a line for train ticket at Penn station. One black American was in front of me, may be 6’4”. As soon as a counter empties they call for the next person in line. When the counter was empty I asked the fellow to move to the place with a gesture of left hand palm upwards pointing to the counter. I don’t know how that was offending to that fellow. He asked “Calm down cowboy”. I chortled and said “I was just …”. He spoke again “They should teach calming down in schools first”. I giggled and said “BehenCh** sorry hai” and that on the speaker attached to the desk of the person at the counter. I didn’t do a daring thing, what I did was just repaying the angle he was hinting at. So be proud of where you are from and what you are rather than shadowing the originality with banality.

My first DONUT ...

"America runs on Dunkin"

The famous line from much more famous Dunkin Donut. Though I have eaten the product many a times but as such no experience of buying on self. It was an odd experience on the the day. It was not a busy time at the Penn Station as it was 9pm and rush was minimal. I arrived from the Underground rail running from Grove street to Penn station. Usually I confirm from the information desk regarding the train timings each time I travel as some trains don't go via MetroPark. So to be on safer side I confirm it without fail.

This fateful day my saviour was not there so I had to stand there gazing at curious creatures and shabby shops. Luckily my eyes fall on the empty counter of DD- Dunkin Donut. I saw the trays with baked donuts and some tags and an empty counter with absolutely no staffs around. I saw people ambulating from ticket counter to Dunkin counter and then again to ticket counter from Dunkin. Some are just idling there and just waiting for something to happen. It hardly counts whether that is good or bad, all they want is that something to happen. I feel they are more dangerous than the potential terrorists as they kill time, money and even brains. I was looking here and there and was in a state of dilemma whether to wait for the saviour. I was tired from the class but the curiosity to learn faces never makes me tire. So I rolled my eyes from one corner to the other. And then I saw the one in a million face that is of my saviour. He instantly realized me and asked "May I help you?" I was happy to see him and asked my old worn out question "Is that train going to Metropark?"He chuckled and replied "Yes the 9:25 pm train makes a stop at Metropark". So my fate was decided. I smiled back at him and said " Thank you sire!". I again had the glimpse of that digital clock and I still have 12 more minutes to go.

I turned to move out of the hall structure towards my destiny track 4. Suddenly I felt I need to do it at least once to have a start up. I turn around to see the deserted counter again. I took little steps eyeing the boards with the DD products. I reached the counter with utter surprise. My anxiety and anguish grew with each passing second. I was searching for heads spinning my head from corner to corner and unable to find a single live soul at the counter. I saw a hoarding with "6 for 4$----a nice lovely picture of 6 heart shaped donuts". I know I would have to to go for this sweet and profitable deal. I saw the empty racks around, the bulky card reader and some fluffy baked donuts. I saw the DD coffee board over the counter. I again searched for a soul then started backing out after spending one full minute at the counter. So 11 more minutes for my fate which was displayed on the board.

I heard a sweet voice from the back, " May I help you?". I put my vehicle on a reverse gear and took a U-turn to saw a sweet and candid lady at the counter. She was Indian as I could conclude from the face and attire and around 27-28 years. She looked at me and repeated "How can I help you?". I looked perplexed like a kid on a toy store. I blinked my eyes and replied with a smile "Six donuts". She again looked at this strange creature and her reply was obvious "Which one?". And forgive me for not having the courage to say "Hearts!!". She knew my traumatic situation and said "Chocolate flavour?". I chortled and nodded in an innocent fashion. She gave the 3 from the chocolate coated donuts. She was sweet and again turned towards me with one more smile and said "Do you want some of them?" showing to the baked full chocolate donuts. I have nothing to say and hence grinned a little and spoke "Whatever you wish". She smiled back and loaded three of those nice full chocolate donuts on the large box already stuffed with chocolate coated donuts. I paid with my travel card and walked saying thanks to the lady as she bid farewell. I walked this time with a head held high as if I have won the battle of Waterloo. Hazed people gazed at the 6-packs donut box with the slogan "America runs on Dunkin".

Later I cherished them as if they were some fruits fallen out of heaven for the last man surviving this planet and it was not the taste of donut but the victory of a man venturing and thereafter conquering something unknown..... :)

Why are they different?

It has been long time since I posted something really for Indian students. I wanted my juniors to read it and comment on it. It is not that I am trying to show big-brother attitude or trying to mould you at this juncture of life where you are ought to be independent.

I have experienced both the worlds so I think my experience would value you guys in some way or the other. It is not new that we call our teachers true Hitler's or martinet. Even I dislike that and so as you. The turmoil you are facing now had been faced by me once upon a time. Indian teachers are tagged as the representative of highest extent for discipline and mannerism.
Our movies like “3 Idiots” also didn't fail to portray it, which is evident from scene when Aamir Khan was kicked out of class because of indecency in Machine's class. What happens is that Indian professors and teachers used to see us from an angle that's completely different to their Western counterparts.

I will go step by step and will highlight about both parties along the way.


Indian teachers are concerned about you and your future.

I know exceptions are there but I will talk about mass. Indian teachers feel that they are your career- guide. Every individual is a builder of his own destiny but if guided they would venture into the right path at right time. Let us try to elucidate and exemplify this a bit more. I remember the day when we were given the task of preparing seminars for final grading. As usual some were defaulters. It is not that they were failures but they tried their best to mug up as much as they could and represent it before a mass. They had stage fear, slow approach and little idea of the outcome. They came to our Manoranjan Panda sir seeking help. They elaborated their grievances and stood there like sheep going to be butchered. Luckily, I was there in sir's cabin when sir was approached by our defaulter list. Sir, very politely said that give your best and leave to me the rest. They went and gave okay sort of performance. They were not nervous but rather confident that an Indian teacher would never disappoint them and that happened too. They got grades which is more than they expected. It is not that the teacher has been duped but the confidence of a teacher on a student and vice versa. It is really sad to quote the precarious and disastrous condition here; where you get duped at each step because they are lazy to give justification to one's labor. They show you a colored image when you enter the theatre with their kaleidoscopic imagery but when you come to your senses you realize it to be just a black and white image. Here professors don't bother to play with your grades and just do according to their mindset at the time of grading.

Those whom I quoted above are now placed at good companies and now hold posts envying many in the field and it is just because they had Indian teacher who care about them and about their career like a father who can't see dreams of his sons shatter in anyway.


Affection towards a student

Who am I? Am I any special? I sometime do ask this question to me. I must say I am just like you and the man whom I respect and how much I don't know myself is going to be quoted here. I am short of words that I can use to enounce this man and his deeds. I was in deep trouble while getting my Official transcripts from BPUT office due to shortage of time. I got my I-20 from NJIT and needed these Official transcripts by all means. The normal processing would take 6-7 days and if I would have to wait that much time I would be losing 4 months of studies. I was in jittery and went to a teacher, who I feel can do wonders. He is none other than Biswajit sir. He didn't ask a single question and took all the documents from me. I was at the College completing my other formalities. At around 3pm I got a call from saying "Arey aasi jaa BPUT Office to kama hei gala"(come to BPUT office your job is done). I was ecstatic and went to the office straight away to get my documents which are almost like a passport to USA. I still remember that, after all these help he wished me all luck and said "Do well there".
But to be specific here professors don't have time for you because they have to go on vacations. The job I sought was very important to me and to my career but that has no importance to him. I had to see him to let him show my own exam paper which would have altered my grades a lot. But he said come to me after the vacation. I just laughed and laughed looking at his reply and thought just two lines.

We Indians have an adage from couplets of Saint Kabir.

" गुरु गोविन्द दोनों खड़े काके लागून पाँव,
बलिहारी गुरु आपने जों गोविन्द दियो बताएं ||"

This is what one should follow for these epitomes of sacrifice. I really owe lot to my teachers in shaping me to what I am now and where I am now. Thanking them from the core of my heart.


-----Suman

Kuch to baat hai!!!

FORMAL LETTER TO NEAR AND DEAR ONES.


Dear friends,

This is a formal letter to all my friends who are scattered here and there so do read and feel it. This is America, I could believe that the culture is different, the nature is different and the prices(of course) are different but I bet the air is the same, the water is the same and the earth is also the same.

It took me hardly a minute a decide what I am, but thing is that what one adheres to in life wherever he/she is. There are basically three types of people; basic and abundant category who change according to atmosphere and lose what they actually are, second category who do not change from basic what may come and third category who stick to basic and add flavour to the basic stuff.

First category is most awful by nature as they forget what they are. They are like the wild boar escaped from the cage. They simply find what they can have to have more eyes focused on them. But believe me one can't challenge Americans in America. Even one goes to extremity you are just a freak who is trying to uproot someone in whose blood it is present.

Second category suffer a lot in life. They can't adopt to the new changes and circumstances and may perish in life. They are like baby leopard frog who were brought by there mother for the first time to the land. Their mother wishes them to adopt to air and be a friend in order to survive. In America one can't wear a dhoti and roam all around as it is a sign of insanity. One can't challenge them with his own style statement.

Third category is what Indians and my dear near need to have it. Believe me add flavour to what your base is. You can't challenge Americans in their home land. If you feel you are something then I think you can easily outwit them.

Now time to cite some incidents......

It was a sunny day and it is in a train from Penn station to Metro Park on a NJ Transit we have our HERO. The guy(HERO) was sitting in a compartment where three ladies were there, an Ossan(old man) and two more American dudes. On one side there were three creatures; one lady probably a married, the guy and the old man. On the other side two ladies and the two American dudes. Old man was sitting to the left of the guy and the lady to the right. In front seat the lady at the extreme was occasionally gazing at this odd creature who was singing songs audible to self and just people next to him. The lady in front was caught once when looking at our HERO. She adjusted her earphone attached to the Ipod as an excuse. The girl was American so finding excuses was not that big a deal. Our HERO was engaged to his singing so paid no more heed. The train got a jerk may be due to swift turn and when HERO saw at the American dudes he felt being looked at by someone and saw the girl gazing again. It was awful though bearable.

Time went by and HERO was again lost in singing. The lady next to hero got a call and was seeking the name of the station and HERO told her that the station was ELIZABETH. But that time also he was watched by a cute pair of eyes. They were of that girl.

HERO was plainly dressed just like Indian with American Flavour. But still he was gazed at by American beauties and that too not once or twice but thrice. So just one thing I want to saw "KUCH TO BAAT HAI----He has something in him". Some may say its style but to tell you the truth the HERO was me and all those who know me also know well what my costumes are. I am the same SUMAN. But see the impact its just being self with flavour. :P :P

Yours truly,

Suman Sucharit Das

I did it again!!!

Hi friends,

This is something funny and interesting as it happened twice in my life and that too during same time period that is beginning of new life. Oh sorry for the disappointment but it was not that beach incident.It was 2nd August 2010 near Hess gas station at Harisson, New Jersey and I was starting the new life of Master's. I boarded a van from the college to my room at Julia Gardens apartment. I was sharing a three seater seat with three other people. We were four people in all, an American at left end and two ladies in the middle and myself at the right end of the seat. The ladies were Indian and our driver was an American.

I was near the van-door and was all silent. It was just near the gas station that one of the ladies moved from her seat as if she was in a hurry. I was the one to open the door as I was just besides the door so when I felt the vehicle was about to stop I opened the door. Unluckily the driver was in no mood to stop as the signal was green and with open door we moved some distance. This time also I jumped from the running van and it was similar sort of the one that had occurred 4 years back when I started my Engineering life. It was a deja vu of our very own Sarat Bhaina's (fondly called as John) bus's incident. He drives the bus as John Abraham was driving the Dhoom bike. The incident was exactly the same and due to the Green signal over traffic he also kept moving and I jumped from the running vehicle thinking it to be halting. That time though I got no bruises, I was bit scared but to be frank this time I felt awesome and a bit nostalgic... :P

So its almost the same situation whether I am staying at India or at America. Keep in touch and be in good health....