This story comes from deep inside my memories, from the time when a ten rupees note was really a power. Can't say exactly but probably it was time when I was in my KG's only in school and had a great craze of ice-cream (nothing exceptional). Unlike any-middle class family we didn't had any access like pocket-money on regular basis and was only delivered on continual demand; and there somehow demand-supply dis-balance provoked me to steal money from my mother's purse which was ofcourse the most accessible source to me. Anyway in a hurry mixed fright I took a 10 RS. note, the power of which I was so far unknown. The day past with my desire to listen the last bell and be the first to see the ice-cream thela and finally the time came. I was not knowing my favorite ice-cream cost only 1rs probably the costliest of that time, so the problem aroused; what to do with the remaining 9 Rs. I gave it back to the shopkeeper with the same reluctance which we see in celluloid when people say keep the change. But it was not a celluloid, people were still honest in my small town so he gave it back to my rickshaw-wala with full story. His story ended with a start of a new story in my rickshaw with all eyes looking over me like I have been caught robbing a bank in daylight! anyhow our rickshaw reached at home and atleast 4-5 of of my co-traveller in my rickshaw caught my left and right hand tightly as if I will ran-away if they will not hold me tightly and my home is a sort of police station where I have to be convicted. Story after this has almost faded in my memory probably had nothing great to leave any impact on my mind...probably my parents didn't took it as seriously as my previous encounters and the entire issue pushed under carpet. But it left back a memory in my mind about how much powerful a 10 Rs can be when you don't know how to spend it!!!
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Power of 10
This story comes from deep inside my memories, from the time when a ten rupees note was really a power. Can't say exactly but probably it was time when I was in my KG's only in school and had a great craze of ice-cream (nothing exceptional). Unlike any-middle class family we didn't had any access like pocket-money on regular basis and was only delivered on continual demand; and there somehow demand-supply dis-balance provoked me to steal money from my mother's purse which was ofcourse the most accessible source to me. Anyway in a hurry mixed fright I took a 10 RS. note, the power of which I was so far unknown. The day past with my desire to listen the last bell and be the first to see the ice-cream thela and finally the time came. I was not knowing my favorite ice-cream cost only 1rs probably the costliest of that time, so the problem aroused; what to do with the remaining 9 Rs. I gave it back to the shopkeeper with the same reluctance which we see in celluloid when people say keep the change. But it was not a celluloid, people were still honest in my small town so he gave it back to my rickshaw-wala with full story. His story ended with a start of a new story in my rickshaw with all eyes looking over me like I have been caught robbing a bank in daylight! anyhow our rickshaw reached at home and atleast 4-5 of of my co-traveller in my rickshaw caught my left and right hand tightly as if I will ran-away if they will not hold me tightly and my home is a sort of police station where I have to be convicted. Story after this has almost faded in my memory probably had nothing great to leave any impact on my mind...probably my parents didn't took it as seriously as my previous encounters and the entire issue pushed under carpet. But it left back a memory in my mind about how much powerful a 10 Rs can be when you don't know how to spend it!!!
Saturday, January 17, 2009
My First day In first Job
After more than one and a half years of my joining my first job in Dr. Reddy's Lab here in Hyderabad, it may be surprising that I am writing about my first day on first job, but it recalled me all because of action of few of my new friends with absolutely low energy and excitement for new happenings of life. Anyway, that day was very much special for me and we( me and my room-mate Kishore) were the only witness for the moment to each other. Neither of us had good sleep that night, can't say because of the feeling of new tomorrow after that night or the chilling AC in our room in guest-house or both. Finally, we got up at 5am for the preparedness to leave for office-bus at 7,30 am even though we were knowing that its not going to take much time. After little-bit of uncertainty aboutwere to start, whom to talk I got the final room were all like me people were being collected for Induction and other joining formalities. Days were nothing special thereafter accept the food in guest-house which I still remember when sometime I find good food in Hyderabad. and thats how the journey started which is still going with all ups-and-downs.
Silence...some more time!
Got an I-pod some days back, not for the purpose which it is serving now. Now-a-day feeling lot of irritation talking to people around me and just get settle with my i-pod in the ear to ignore all the fuzz. Something is changing inside me, something is making me shrink myself. Don't feel much to express. Even today very hardly convinced myself to write at least this on my blog. Some thoughts keep roaming all inside to keep me restless which really ain't seems to be yielding!...
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