My last day in the Campus...

It was the beginning of summer of 2006, and I was packing my bags to start a new phase of life in the well ventilated room on the second floor of GITAM Boys Hostel. The lobby was almost empty as most of the guys have already left for their home after our final trimester exams. Oh, I just cherish the memory of my concluding trimester of MBA in IB from GIFT, Vizag (I would say the most underrated holiday destination in India). What were those days, not even me everybody loves their last year / semester / trimester, It’s all because it’s last and we all enjoy what comes last only after it gets over.

Now it’s the time to work... studies are over... a new platform was getting ready to call me on the stage and perform the act for which I have been trained for two years in the college. I was about to join an unheard company “Expeditors” as an MT. Life was a big time fun when we were in college and I was expecting a change...

While packing my bags I looked at the clock which was showing 3:15 Pm and hurried myself as I need to reach railway station by 6:00 Pm to catch my 7:10 Pm Vishakaptnam–Korba Express. I just stuffed tightly all my belongings in the bag as I don’t want to miss anything for a mere reason of space scarcity. I had a trolley bag, an Air bag and 2 Cartons full of the books that we got free from our college for study purpose (as we normally used to use internet as the best knowledge library). I was so busy in searching and jamming in my holding that I completely forgot that I am getting late for my lunch. A sudden consciousness reminded me that I should have something now, so I rushed towards the mess, as I didn’t want to waste my money to buy some junk from outside for filling my empty belly.

It was now 5:30 Pm and I was still in the hostel playing around my luggage. It was the time to depart but I din’t want to cry as it does'nt suit the cool image, and I am definetly a cool guy. Then a call out like haphazard noise took my entire attention as my dear leftover friends were so happy to see me going that they were approaching with full gang to kick me out from the hostel which it seems I have taken in possession. Abe oye jindagi idhar hi bitani hai kya... saat ki train hai... beta aaj chhutti to general me jana kal... somebody quoted... Though it was a humourous quote, but it din't excite me to show a blushing face... as I was sad...!!!

I took the auto after the hefty bargain and left the campus with a final look along with my dear batch mates, my eyes were moist with the over-emotional touch. In that half an hour travel from campus to Station I hardy spoke anything to anybody... my heart was drooping but I was almost successful in saving my kewl persona which was in jeopardy. I reached station by 6:45 Pm, well before the departure of Korba Express. Now I was able to see the same feeling in the eyes of friends... No body was saying anything buy everybody was aware of the alchemy of the going away. Suddenly one of my friend took out Rs 10 from his pocket, wrote a note on it, torn it in two pieces from center, and handed over one to me saying keep it, when we meet next time I expect you will have this. I could have said, we are just wasting a piece of currency and now the currency market would be missing Rs 10 from the market, which will contribute in adjustment of inflation. However, I was just dampening with more sensible touch of friendship which is a controlled relationship between two human beings.

I boarded the train at 7:10 Pm as soon as the train started moving. With the waving jazz hands I thanked everybody for their support, love and caring. The journey was ON, and I was not just going to miss Vizag but also my previous life because the track was going to change.

Shivendra Singh
May 10, 2008

Train Journey

I am on the train, and traveling a distance from Chennai to Nagpur. Journey is a good topic to discuss. Well I usually prefer to travel alone, it’s not because I have a hobby like this, but actually I am used to of doing that. From the very beginning of my outside studies I am just enjoying the journey on train that too alone. I enjoy it because it renders lot of things to learn. I don’t do anything but, just read the environment and culture inside the train where you have people from different religion / place and community. You will feel how people react on situation. The true nationalize India resides inside train bogey and you will at-times see the perfect example of national integrity.

Learning can be done from anywhere, only thing required is that you need to pick up what you seek to discover and what is unusual happening around. That unusual affair will help you to get wind of lot of things and that is where your art of comprehension is actually required.

For me no two journeys are same, there is always a difference and all have diverse teachings. Now I have seen people asking me very often, how do you manage to survive a journey that too of minimum 30 Hrs alone, and I just have a tilt right lips corner for them as it’s me who only knows what I get being alone. You may see lots of interesting profile around your seat, you may see some irritating fellows, you may see a girl who will let you fall for her till the time she is smiling and looking at you but next moment when the station comes, you will see a radical change in the portfolio of compartment crowd. A couple of minutes back you were enjoying the journey and now you may be cursing the station.

Life is like a train journey, you never know what is coming up next for you. You may plan your moves but you can never expect a desired accessorials to enjoy the life at every step. The master is one who knows, how to change the unfit surrounding into an endearing playscript.

Look at yourself, just assume that you are on the same train what other people travel on and see what are you doing? Creating a foul scene or a mesmerizing picture.

Shivendra Singh
Apr. 02, 2008 (Wednesday) – Post Date

Why do we do something?

The day has come again to misinterpret myself... do some introspection and throw the words on the white floor to give some meaning...

Well writing has never been a part of life... but over a period of time; it has become a pass time for me... a pass time which is really interesting, and every time when I write or feel like writing something, I learn a lot, I indeed understand myself more closely, I self actualize and many more things.

Now the question is why I do this? What drives me to do something? And what makes me to carry on the practice?

In general why do people do something? Why one selects a selfless service and other wants to be a part of hooligan gang?

What I comprehend from my mental juggle is that we start doing things because of a reason but we can not make it a practice unless we won’t like it or no other choice situation. Human is a selfish machine and it will always be, even if one does selfless deeds. Now why do I say like this, very simple what we like is the one that gives us pleasure, not necessary a sensory pleasance it may also be a mental satisfaction or security which is also a pleasure i.e. mental delight. We do what we like, we do it repeatedly, and it becomes a regular exercise. Sometimes we call it hobby and sometime it’s being called as interest. Why one does work? To earn the living for himself and his family so the motivation is living. There are many who are already having wealth to survive but the reason to work is different, the ground would be to do something like earning a good reputation in society which will give him a mental relief and a sound sleep at the end of the day. Take any example, anybody; the last and final reason terminates at mental easement. Start from the best example to worst case and question yourself... I may be right at most of the time.

And if I am not... I would love to hear from you.

Shivendra Singh
Feb 04, 2008 (Monday)

Time???

Time, well time is invented or discovered? it is yet a mystery!
Some say that invention of time machine (clock) is the the invention of time, but I barely agree with this. I would rather say that we discover time... everyday. Everyday when we wake up in the morning we discover new time, and our pockets are full with 24 Hours of inventory. You know what is so special about time; the time that is already passed over, and the time which is yet to come can never be used by anybody. You can only use present, the one that you are actually breathing in day in day out, and that is the beauty of time. Nobody can steal your future time, it's like an installment you are getting everyday with 24 Hours. Time as a matter of fact, is the most important resource anybody has and would be having, that's why time should be given utmost importance. Life is nothing but a span of time from cradle to grave, if you are wasting your time it means you are wasting your life. As your can't stop the time you can't stop your life, more you use the ticker of time better you experience the beaker of life. Everyone is allotted with the same amount of time, i.e 24 beautiful hours in a day, but someone uses it fully, some partially and some souls terribly waste their allotments. "Admiring time is a virtue, that will change your pre-defined fate to redefined destiny", have a great time ahead.

Life???

We just pass our life deciding on what par it is standing? Best, Worst or Somewhere in-between, but what is more important is to live it. Now what is "live it"?

Live it means, savour the life, experience it, learn from it and put your efforts to empower and enlighten it. Smell the frangnance, taste the bitterness, touch the horizon, watch the catastrophe and hear the cacophony of the life, but don't analyse it. Today people say that they are in search of happiness, and in search of happiness they spend the whole life in struggle and pursuing actual undesirable results. Living life is enjoying it, and when you enjoy it you will be happy!.

Some people want to be big business tycoon, some want to be the handsomest earning statue in the world, but do you think the mortal individual who is already riding the coveted berth what you wish, is happy? No, because now he is in search for another burning bid. Life seems to be very complicated at times, and bare simple at another, sometimes it appear creeping on the floor of happiness in search of the same. The entire odyssey gets over only in the pursuit of happiness!, "what an irony"...!!!

Shivendra Singh