MY FIRST DAY AT TRAINING...

Being a student of civil engineering, one is expected to undergo a summer training in any public sector or a organization giving the students a feel of what they are to do for the rest of their lives in advance.Keeping that in mind, me and my friend bahniman somehow managed to get ourselves in B.H.E.L,a so called well established PSU considered as a dream job by many for our training during the summers at delhi.This story is about the first two days of our great training program.
Call it our great luck or something, we ended up reaching more than 70 kms away from our training site searching for it in the first day. We are searching all over noida for the BHEL office just to realize it later that the place we were supposed to go was at a place called bawana in haryana, just opposite in direction to where we were. And this all was happening at a time when we were constantly being guided by our mentor at the site who was going on giving instructions on phone, which through sheer coincidence matched exactly the same in noida which he was exactly describing in bawana. After realizing our foolishness, we were too tired to go that far and decided to call it off for that day.
The next day,it exactly took us 3 hours and 6 different modes of transportation to reach to our site. Starts with the ride to the nearest metro station in bahni's car, den we take the metro to the last station of the metro network taking about an hour or so, den a rickshaw ride to the bus stand from where we have no other option than to travel an hour in a rickety bus which is better if the spoken the least about it,leaving us stranded at a bridge which was half constructed. After coming to know that we stil had around 5kms to cover on foot, both of us could do nothing else but to laugh on ourselves, or our fate, or better ,blame it on our 'karma' as framed by bahni. Just then a power tiller lightened our burdens to a certain extent by giving a lift to half the distance. The operator was indeed a blessed soul. And after persuading our senior who was arranging our training,he finally sent us a car to pick us up.
Reaching the site, i was mentally preparing myself to some kind of a shock. A huge open dusty area with cranes, power drillers, heavy trucks n machinery working all over, huge foundations being prepared, the hot dry sun blazing at his best at us, the day indeed was made memorable standing in the heat of delhi for the rest of the day. Coming back home at around 8 on the evening, i have lost contact with half of the organs n muscles of my body. And mind you people, this was the first day of my training.
So people, a sincere request from me and bahniman to pray for our survival for the next 3 weeks so that we could spread the message of love and happiness all around the world...peace....

walking down the memory lane.......

ok...this post comes at a time when i have just completed 3

years of my college life (that actually can be confirmed after

my results!!!), but even now it just feels like yesterday i

walked off through the school gates for the very last time and

joined this college. Infact each and every incident related to

my school is so much imprinted in my mind that even now i

consider myself a part and parcel of that very school that has

shaped me to what i am. And now here i stand, three years gone

into this college, from which i have collected some tales to say and stories to

laugh and joke about with my kids after 10 years or so....dats

after considering the optimistic case.
Anyways i dont know the reason why but the only things that

were going on in my mind all while preparing for the

examinations was the glorious time i spent in my school, and

not the three years i have spent in this college. Even when i

tried recollecting some of the funny events that had happened

here, every time my mind would just shift by to the golden

school days(p.s- i guess you all must have understood by now

how well i was preparing for the exams!!).
That everyday uphill trek to the school campus at 8 in the

morning, those morning assemblies at the school ground with

those hymns and songs which sounded so lame initially but then

end up humming all the time later on, that first hour of

physics classes everyday, the lucky ali renditions at the

breaks, the sand group nautanki, regular fights at the lunch

break ransacking each others boxes, stupid chats n laughs at

the library where u end up being kicked out of the library at

last, passing of chits to each other at the maths class and

what not.......the list just goes on and on.....whats my story

must have been the same for each and every one of us in their

respective school lives.
All these thoughts infact have made me so nostalgic that the

first thing I've decided to do after going to gangtok this

summer after a month would be to visit my alma mater, meet

everyone and finally if possible, give a small talk at the

school assembly on how beautiful and important it is to

cherish your school life.....