Mar 20, 2010


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It was a warm night, neither humid nor too hot – in fact just right for a stroll. But it was 11.30 pm , not late by metro standards. But in the suburbs where the company township was situated, it was way too late. The highway was about ½ km away and occasionally the hum of heavy vehicles passing by, could be heard but other than that , it was quiet with only the chirping of the cicadas in the background.

Ranjan hurried along the small lanes of the VIP quarters , isolated and further away, in the moonless night, frequently giving furtive glances around him. He seemed tense but strode ahead with purposeful steps, until he reached a particular bungalow. He stopped in front of it and stared at it for a few minutes. The senior level executives were issued spacious bungalows with lawns while the junior and the mid level executives were assigned one bedroom and two bedroom apartments, a fact that did not go well with them , after all the divide was quite unreasonable they thought. But this was not the issue at the moment. He was here for his own personal reasons…

It was quiet and dark on the other side of the wall. One notable thing was that the street lights were few and far between and most of them were not working. The spot, where he was standing was shrouded in darkness, which suited him just fine.. There was no sign of any activity inside the rooms of the freshly whitewashed bungalow of Mr. Gupta. Only a dim red light flickered through the curtains of a room, most probably the master bedroom. He scratched his head and tried to remember if Mr. Gupta had a dog and, No ! No dogs, no watchman., so nothing to be afraid of. Yes! Everything was going according to plan. Mr. Gupta was out with the executive board members in the Company Club house entertaining the overseas client trying to secure the coveted deal, which meant that he will not be back before 2 am. That left him with enough time to accomplish whatever he had come for.

He gave another glance towards his left and right and also the two bungalows flanking it , but all was silent. It would be a fool who would be out at that hour leaving the comfort of a bed and wife to roam about here and there…. He smiled at the private joke. He touched the gate gingerly. It was an iron gate. He tried to move it but it gave a low audible creak and he stopped.

“Damn!Asha , my sweet little fool. Why does she have to wish for near impossible things.” He could not afford to make any noise. He was dressed in track pants and a rubber soled shoes . He also shockingly realized that he did not have his cell phone nor any identity proof with him in case of an emergency.

He decided that the best and fastest approach inside would be to climb over the low brick wall.

“ Asha! How you bewitch me!” He sighed, “All for love!” The brick wall was not high but it still disrupted the normal functioning of his 37 year old body for a few seconds, after he climbed over and jumped onto the other side clumsily. But thankfully the grass was thick which carpeted both his fall and the noise. He panted. His heart was racing at 100 beats/min ( more out of anxiety) and coupled with that he experienced an alien sensations gurgling deep inside his stomach. After all this was the first time he trespassed someone else’s property.

He nearly gave up and retreated , but then he calmed himself , took some deep breaths and sat on the soft grass for a few moments.

“ No snakes, I hope” he thought peering in the darkness. He had to do it today. He was not going to get a better opportunity to come here.

His hate quotient multiplied, knowing his nemesis Gupta, deserved every bit of it. Mr.Gupta fitted the description of a monster boss to a Tee. Ranjan first came across him eight months back when Mr.Gupta was transferred from their Bareilly unit. The dislike was mutual and the Monster made his life miserable. Finally after requesting the administration and literally prostrating himself in front of them, he was transferred to another unit ,but the scars remained till date . It took all his patience not to physically assault his boss. He used to often wonder how could anyone tolerate Mr.Gupta. How did his wife and children cope with him? He knew that Gupta had two sons aged 9 and 6 years. What did they think of him? Was this monster a normal person? He did not seem to have any friends or associates either. The only admirable thing about him though was that he had not seen anyone else with a greener thumb than his. He kept an impeccable garden and was the subject of envy among the others.

He looked at his watch . He had sat there lost in thoughts for almost 15 minutes. He stood up, smiling , he turned towards the verandah!…

“Asha,! Its your birthday and I want you to be happy”.he chanted in his thoughts. He felt the air cooler comparatively, on his way back home. Was it so late? He again looked at his watch and then his eyes went to the ‘ package ‘ he was holding. Tenderly , he shifted the banana leaf holding ‘it’ slightly. He smiled , pleased with himself his face glowing with satisfaction. He did not feel the least bit exhausted after his nightly caper. His step was light and springy.

He smiled again when he reached his apartment block, but his smile disappeared when he saw the watchman napping in a chair near the lift. If he was seen , it would give him away instantly and there would be a big scandal. As it is, it was a small town and things get to spread fast over here – be it news, rumors, fire or illness.

“What do I do now?” he thought shifting restlessly. There was no other way out.

He had to take the stairs, but for that he had to walk through the well lit lobby and down the corridor. He looked up at the window of his apartment on the third floor.

“ All for love”! He sighed and he tip-toed towards the staircase… He gave a last timid glance at the watchman before disappearing up the stairs. “Thank God! He is asleep” and stifled a chuckle at the irony. He started climbing the stairs slowly . sprinting was not an option, lest he woke up the entire household!. Panting, he reached the door of his flat. He took out his key and silently opened the door. When his eyes adjusted in the darkness, he walked past the drawing room to the bedroom. He stared at his wife from the door. She was still sleeping . She looked so innocent and angelic in the dim light. He walked in , sat beside her and touched her cheeks tenderly. She stirred in her sleep . He was still holding the ‘package’ and he moved towards the bathroom, when, she woke up.

She was fully awake within seconds.

“Ranjan? Where had you been so long?”

He froze and then turned around slowly- smiling broadly.


Oh! Asha, you are still awake, don’t you have to go to office early in the morning”. Asha, baffled by his sudden caring attitude in all these days of tension..; but she doesn’t want to disturb this flow of water, and saw it as a chance to ease out the things between them. She replied, ignoring his question, “I was waitingfor you, you haven’t yet taken your dinner”.

“I’ll take it, don’t worry”. Ranjan know that she is angry with him, but he also know that she loves him very much, and that everything will be fine, tomorrow morning.

Ranjan loved her very much, but his professional life tensions had created worries in his personal life, and he got to understand it very late, that unknowingly he was slowly stepping towards the end of their marriage life.

Bright and warming sunlight falling on her eyes, through the window above their bed, woke her up only to be amazed to find that Ranjan was not beside her. She looked here and there hastily, and was about to get up from the bed, when her eyes glowed with sudden happiness and delight. Cristhina, the flower she loved most, was spread all over the room, and were falling on her.

Cristhina, her favourite flower, which she had only seen in pictures, is a rarely found in India, and she had never had the opportunity to touch that flower, to feel the fragrance of that flower, which Ranjan knew that Gupta had it in his private garden. He stole those flowers from the garden for Asha, for it to act as a balming agent in their relationship, on the occasion of her birthday.

A soft and melodious voice of Ranjan, wishing her birthday, brought tears in her eyes; he went close to her, took those prized drops, kissed her forehead and said, “You are looking so cute, and your presence made this flower look more beautiful”

Her glowing eyes filled with pearls, said everything to him.

They kissed each other….

NOTE: Cristhina is only a flower in my imaginations.

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Mar 17, 2010

An Observation

Related Posts with Thumbnails Seminars, lectures, classes, and now a days meeting have been the part of my life. It is like not a single day of my life went by, without any one of these things. But nothing of them seemed to interest me, and I have found myself brooding over one thing or the other.
It always happens that if I am in an auditorium attending a seminar; my mind would stare at the near by window, at the innocent clean sky, and my eyes would think about a bird crossing by the window…… This happens with me always in a unique and different light. In such type of moments of my life, there happened one incident, not an incident as such, but an observation, which changed forever my way of looking at people’s face.
During those soporific lectures ( I guess everybody must have experienced them), I use to notice other people’s postures, gestures, their reactions when an impromptu question is asked, and I also noticed my reactions at the similar conditions (for consciously, one is not aware of those instantaneous actions). I compared those reactions of students, and came to a vague conclusion, that there is something common in the body response to certain conditions. After five or six days, I was able to conclude one thing about human nature, irrespective of sex, and age, as I also tested it on people outside the class. Now let me come to the point, and not harp on this more; I noticed that whenever a person is afraid of something, his hand would subconsciously jump to cover his mouth or chin, or would just rub the mouth and come down.
If a question is asked to a student, his hand would automatically jump to his mouth before answering that question, and would remain there depending on that student’s confidence level, but if he is confident, then he would directly answer the question without any unusual body movement.
My conclusions got much clearer, only when I observed it on myself, because only one knows what actually is fishing up in the mind. I compared again and again reactions of different people, and finally came to this conclusion that this all depends upon one’s optimistic, fearless and confident thinking. More the person be confident, lesser will be the time for which his hand would cover the mouth.
I started observing it in my day to day life, and found that how I, in fact everybody is feared of small small things in life.
One can also understand it better, by observing oneself in similar conditions like- when a guest arrived at home, then the body gesture at the initial start of conversation, when one is sitting with friends and suddenly a new topic popped up for discussion, then all the hands would jump to faces, and will remain until they reach certain confidence level. It not only implies in the face to face meeting, but even telephonic conversation can cause such type of unusual body movements, for it entirely depends upon one’s confidence level.
Now coming on to other part of how it can help us in our daily lives. Lately, I was discussing something with my boss, or more correctly sharing my views with him. I noticed that after a few moments, his hand moved up to cover his mouth and remained there till I was talking, then and there I took a chance of discussing something which I was not sure about, but I also know one thing that he was also not sure either. It worked, and he liked my ideas. This increased my confidence level, and now I am in a much better position to explain the things to anybody.
These simple observations can also be helpful for those who attend business meetings, dealings, negotiations, as they can easily come to know where they can beat the people on the other side of the table.
Now, reading people’s mind and studying their body language has become my hobby, and probably I would write something more about it, for certain things in my mind are under their preliminary stage. I would also like to request all to share their views on this topic, and to suggest a real good book on such things. Keep Smiling!!!

Mar 6, 2010


This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 8; the eighth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.
Mountains are moving, some high, some low, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Greenery is there, small huts are there like a patch on mountains; moving with great speed. This speed is then transcended to sloppy regions, to plain barren lands with no trace of life, but still moving with great speed. Some jerks are there; some vibes are there, and is rocketing fast and ready to blow. But hope is there that can always flow; and now the people and the houses are moving with same pride as the mountains before. The green fields, the people, the animals are moving with such a pace that eyes cannot trace. The vision got blurred and blurred, and finally everything became invisible in that glowing white light and Amay became mindful of himself sitting in a train. He found that same old lady sitting in front of him chanting some prayers, and a mother besides, who is busy playing with her child. A bony face man, with long hairs is haggling with fruit seller, and then he concluded that it might be there loud voice that brought him back to senses. He again started looking out the window; the train is crossing a bridge over a river, but now fully aware of the activities around him. That old lady dropped a coin in the river as a token of worship to goddess, and this river sight brought a glow to the face of a small kid playing with his mother. Two dudes passed their compartment, probably just peeking out for a pretty girl. He remembered his college days, when he, with his friends also use to play some pranks. He remembered college days as the only funny part of his life, and that brought a sweet smile on his face. He had great friends in the college, and some of them are still there, but some have long gone out of his reach, or there could be an opposite case also. He remembered one of his good friends Amol, with whom he had a fight on some trivial matter. Amay being short tempered, and a bit egoist made the statement to not to talk to him ever in his life again. It was obviously Amol’s mistake, and he realized it too, and tried to say sorry to him, and to start the same old friendship, but Amay didn’t give him a single chance. He saw two kids playing Gilli Danda in a field­, and sort of enjoying themselves. He again turned his face towards that small boy now sleeping in her mother’s lap. His thoughts again went back to those two guys playing that local sport, and he realized that they may be fighting with each other, or they may be playing. This came as an epiphany to him, and he thought that even some time before only train was moving, but his mind and heart allowed him to travel with proudy mountains, barren lands and green fields. ‘ chai, masale wali chai’…. He took a chai (tea), and also offered the old lady and the mother but they both politely declined his offer. So he continued alone to move further with his thoughts. He know that, it was not only Amol’s mistake, but he was also responsible for that had happened between them. Mountains again came back to his view, but this time train is moving and not the mountains. He understood the importance of way of looking at things. He came to the conclusion that both these events are somehow related to each other, for he didn’t realize his mistake at the time of his fight with Amol, and only after some time might be some days he realized his mistake. He also realized that, it is only time in one’s life that can create miracles in one’s life, for it has the ability to change the view of one’s thinking, and to look the thinks with entirely different angle. He looked at the small child slapping her mother, and gave it some thought and decided that he is playing with her cheeks. He realized that, with time, a person, his thinking also travels, which can change his personality, and can turn the things upside down. ‘Time only travels but remains same; it is the man that changes”
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