A day 

I took the metro after some time again today. A ride that I’ve been taking almost on all weekdays for the past two years now.
Everything felt different and I found myself out of place. On getting out of the metro, people started moving fast leaving me behind. There was a rush at the metro gate and I looked around to find some familiar faces but all I got to see were the tensed faces of people. People who were running late, people who weren’t happy and people who were happy. I don’t know for sure, I just saw and tried reading.

Now I’m writing this in the metro and it’s not as full as it usually is because I left a bit early. I have plenty of space to stand and I had planned to read a book but choose to listen to a few songs.

It’s a normal day in the lives of people in Delhi NCR. Welcome to it.

Thanks for reading one of the random and absurdly ending post. Do tell me how you’ve been.

Your kind of Monday 

Hey there, today is Monday and I’m ready to leave for work. You see Mondays are usually disliked by people around the world. This could be because the work starts again, a lot of us go back to the same old routine, that same familiar route, and the same desk.

The desk where you would sit hunched and stare at your laptop, some of you will code while some will make calls and others will switch between Excel sheet and word documents. But then again this is the life that we have made for ourselves. This is how we live, pretty much like Robots but we are aware of our likes and dislikes. However, we do little about it and back in time each one of us started with a dream, with a vision to do something.
I myself had thought that I’ll maybe do creative writing and work for National Geographic but my interests are dwindling and I did not take that path. A path that could have made me happy but was there any guarantee? No, there wasn’t and I kind of chickened out. And chose this life where I find myself behind a laptop made by Dell and if you were to see me you’d find me picking up the phone receiver made by a company called Beetel. Yes, I like to get into details and observe things closely.

So, I was telling you about Mondays and stuff. What made me write this post was the fact that after the weekly company meeting today everyone broke off and I saw groups forming like instantly and people were catching up and sharing lives. Some got busy with their laptops and were planning their days and as you can guess, I am sitting here looking at people and writing this post. I really don’t have anyone to talk to about my weekend and I actually like it this way.

And a few of you might be aware of the fact that I end my posts abruptly and before you start connecting the dots you’ll realize that I am actually done writing.

I’ll write here again one of these days. Ignore any mistakes that you may find.

Garmi ka ek din

Hello again. I recently invested in a diary and now my aim is to put it to a good use. Today, I wrote a short story and a sher. Now you will have to wait for the sher because this post will have the story. Read it and let me know your views. 🙂

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Din dhal jae


Yeh subah subah meri kamre ki khidki ke bahar ka nazara hai. Aksar ise dekh kar kuch shayari, kahani ya koi poem likhno ko jee chahta hai par afsosan yeh ho na saka. Ek reluctance sa hai kuch dino se.
Behraal ek gaana bhi yaad aata hai. Kahi door jab din dhal jaye.
Sharing the song’s YouTube version for you. Aur haan ek na ek din main zaroor is photo par koi kahani ya fhir koi poem zaroor likhunga aur umeed hai aap yaha padhne ke liye zaroor honge 🙂

Song: https://g.co/kgs/S8t9Ca

Lessons from work #1

I’ll thank my company for giving me a chance to actually go out and attend an event today. I had a lot of things on my agenda, a lot of business needs that needed to be addressed but what really justified attending the event was that I got to hear Aman Nath. He is the Founder and Chairman, Neemrana Hotels and was the keynote speaker at the conference (summit).

Now, I have been an audience to people like Harsh C. Mariwala, Founder, Marico; Bhaskar Pramanik, Chairman of Microsoft India; Ashish Vidyarthi, Film Actor and several others but Aman’s keynote was one of the best if you were to ask me (maybe because I heard him speak today only). He started by telling the audience how he made the Neemrana hotel when he bought the property which was a ruin for 7 Lakh back in 1986. In fact, is a historian and doesn’t have any formal education in hotel management or in business

Since the summit focused on HR and how to manage people, he shared a few pointers and how he manages the people he employs. He says:

1. There should be no need for hierarchy
2. An individual should be given a chance and shouldn’t be judged by the level and quality of education he/she received
3. Stop telling them you are better than them
4. Make them feel better than they are
5. Talk nicely to people and pay them respect

Now, I don’t want to make this casual post into a knowledge one but I loved the fact that he tried to keep things simple and really shed some light on how important it is to be human again. A great personality and knows how to tell a story.

I am sharing a few photographs that I managed to take

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In the past

In those days, I had ample amount of free time. In the evening I would grab my camera and go to the roof and watch clouds, kites and sunset.

I would also take a picture and review it, sometimes with tripod and wanting to experiment with long exposure. I believe this was taken in 2012.

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Guzra hua ek din

Main school mai tha us samay, bachpan se hi mujhe din mai kuch waqt akele baithna pasand tha aur aksar dophar mai class ke baad mai akele baitha karta tha.

Hostel ke un dino main, ghar ki kaafi yaad aati thi, jaise dophar ko kabhi sogaya toh ghar ki yaad mai baaki din beet jaya karta tha. Ek class ki khidki se road ki side dikhta tha, us class ko hum Doon class kehte the. Waha aksar kuch bache khelte the, gaadiyan aati thi aur chali jaati. Main bas waha akela khidki ki taraf baith kar dekha karta tha.

Ab woh din chale gaye hai lekin tab lagta tha ki kab niklunga yaha se aur kab jaunga bahar. Pata nahi aaj kyun achanak mujhe woh din yaad aaya aur woh mere akele baith kar sochne ki adat bhi.

 

 

Pilot Supply

Aapne kabhi pilot supply ke baare main suna hai? Maine bhi nahi suna tha aaj se pehle kabhi.

Hua kuch aisa ki mai subah metro mai tha kaam par jaa raha tha, adaatan maine apni kitab nikali aur padhna shru kardiya. Kuch der baad peeche khade ek janab ka phone baja aur unhone uthaya aur bole Good morning Sir, udhar se Sir ne kuch bola hoga fhir thodi hi der baad janab bolte hai ki pilot ki supply karadun? Woh kaafi zor se bol rahe the toh mera dhyan kitab se hath kar unki baat ki taraf chala gaya. Ab aap batae ki koi pilot supply ki baat karega toh aap hairaan nahi honge? Udhar Sir ne na jaane kya jawab diya aur in janab ne kaha ki mai 10 baje tak pahuchunga keh kar phone kaat diya.

Main apni peeth kare hue saari baat sun raha tha aur mujhe bharosa se aur log bhi sun rahe honge. Maine is cheez ka jaldi se ek note banaya aur fhir main wapis apni kitaab main lag gaya.

Agar aapko iilm hai is pilot supply ke baare toh mujhe zaroor batana.

Shukriya!

P.S. I recently came across a blog where the writer is putting his thoughts in Hindi and I loved reading it. Inspired by that, I thought I’ll post something of my own in the similar fashion.

Incidences in Fahistan

This dates back to 27th of February 1952 and it happened to be a leap year when Mrs. Singh gave birth to a baby boy who’d grow up to be the protagonist of this story.

The boy was named Rajendra Singh and had a pleasant childhood despite the fact that he was a thin boy who always looked 3-4 years younger than he was. An average student in school who was later pushed by his parents to study in one of the prestigious university of the country and that is when he left his home for the city called Fahistan.

This city of Fahistan was far more developed than any other in the whole country. There were better horse carts in the city and paved roads for them to go around smartly, even the houses were made of bricks and cement. The university attracted brilliant minds from all the places and Rajendra was lucky to get admission there. It was a little difficult for him to adapt to this new style of life where people spoke differently and also ate different kinds of meals but 4 years of his life passed easily.

Now it was time to return home and see what he would do next. From many options he could join his father’s shop and expand the business or he could go and work for someone else and possibly earn more. Little did he know that luck had something else in store for him and that is precisely when the trouble struck and due to a series of events he couldn’t go to his hometown.

One of his acquaintance had called him for an important matter during the last days and on arriving he realized that it would take him months to solve the problem his acquaintance had ventured into. He could have said no and turned his head but that’s not how he was raised. He sent a telegram to his parents in the village and told them that some important matter had come up due to which he won’t be able to come home early and he let them know that he was safe and sound which wasn’t completely true.

Two months had passed but the rounds to the police station and court didn’t decrease, they even contacted some influential people in the city of Fahistan but no one helped. Left to their own, Rajendra and Shamshad fought for themselves or say Rajendra and Shamshad fought for Shamshad.

After 4 months, it looked like they might win the case and go their ways happily but something had to happen again. One night both of them were returning from the small hotel, two men on motorcycle came to them asking for an address when the pillion rider took out a gun and shot Shamshad in the chest. They sped away while Rajendra stood there too shocked to react and when he looked down he realized that Shamshad had died and was in the pool of blood. As he leaned in to shake Shamshad, he saw his reflection in his eyes which still held some life.

Rajendra couldn’t stay in the city of Fahistan any longer and soon returned to his hometown. He joined his father’s business and tried hard to forget what happened to Shamshad. But he never could.

 

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Our duties

You and I have a duty. We must do it every day, it is better if we do it every few hours and the worst part is that we do not fail at it. No matter how busy or how hard it might be but we can and we always find out time to check our social media accounts. Facebook checked? Instagram checked? Snapchat? Yes, I have now checked all of my social media profiles and I have also looked at how other people are doing.

Looking at the lives of other people have become one of our best hobbies and no it is not only that millennials are hooked to this. I see people as old as 50 going through Facebook accounts in a 30-minute journey but then again it has become a norm and it is fine to do so. Inc.com published an article back in 2014 which was titled “Social Media Is Making You Stupid” and I completely agree with it, there are other articles and research out there which will tell you why and how they affect your life.

Now, it is a basic fact that Facebook makes money because of us i.e. because of all the people who use it, Google does the same. You would be startled to know that Facebook’s second-quarter earnings are at $6.44 billion which we all know is a staggering number. I have been talking to friends and seeing how Facebook keeps us all engaged, how it makes the platform so addictive and the key is constant change. Every day, you see them making a few changes which make the platform more interesting, things like weather updates, news, live video feature, sports update, relevant news feed and so many other features that get hauled every day. Now, tell me how many times you checked your facebook today and how many times did you see the relevant ads in your Facebook. Unlike other websites, Facebook places their advertisements very strategically which makes sure that you don’t get pissed off but still end up clicking on the links and that also makes the website more addicting. You continue to get tailored news feed and what happens is that you spend hours and hours on it.

Take a walk in the office and I guarantee that you will see many Facebook tabs open or people browsing through their phones because it is hard to not stay updated on your friends, it is important to be a part of the conversation that is happening on some status update/photograph. All this affect us and mostly in a negative manner, we are constantly looking at other people’s life and we are comparing ourselves but the reality in most cases is that everyone is pretending to have a good life on Facebook but we choose to ignore it because somewhere we ourselves are pretending to have a better life. Excessive use of social media not only changes your mindset, it also affects your relationship, your communication skills and fills you with a sense of urgency. You upload a photograph on Instagram and Facebook and for the next few hours even for the whole day you are busy checking the likes and reactions you have on that post, you are waiting for interaction and you want it fast. Once you get those likes, then it is time for a new post and the same happens again.

Next time you pick your phone, your fingers swipe for Facebook/Instagram/Snapchat app and then you do your duty of checking them all. We love doing that. I write this post because I find myself doing the same, not at an advanced level but I am moving towards it. I would rather check my facebook instead read good articles on New Yorker or HBR or even take a course on Khan Academy or watch a TED talk but Facebook is easy and fun, so I just log in and then time just passes by.

I am trying to limit my time on Facebook and Instagram because they make me feel bad, that is it (also, I shall find a better way to explain it). I waste time which can be utilized for so many other things like taking a course (as I mentioned above), practicing a hobby (calligraphy, reading , writing, photography in my case), etc.

Try taking a break from all this and maybe something good will happen. Also, Facebook owns Instagram and WhatsApp that are amongst the most used apps in the world.