Soiling your clothes to dirt off your hands!

Do you envy kids? What about the freedom that they get? No offence intended, but seriously I couldn’t help my jealousy reach its peak when I saw a small kid of around 7 or 8 years old, rubbing her hands against her T-shirt to clean the dirt off her hands (and in turn dirty her clothes!) after she fell down playing on the Park garden. It’s the ultimate and the most pure innocence that I am trying to sketch out the incident which is reflected by the truly innocent kids. And when I meant that I was jealous, I was simply jealous not by the actual kid in person, but the carefree nature that was portrayed then.

And now, when I try to retrospect into my own past I am once again jealous of my own past vis-à-vis my present and the upcoming future. Probably everyone who is now in the early twenties or mid-twenties would be, after reading this:

I could trade my entire future for just that one day of the past! The days were simply…. innocent and beautiful J

Blessed, to have you in my Life!

Wow! What a coincidence. It’s my 17^th Post and today is 17^th of June- more so- Father’s Day!

On this special occasion, I would like to share a very special story that I encountered during the Inspirational Session of Mr. Sujit Lalwani that I had attended. Very relevant and very powerful. The story is reproduced below:

 

A small kid wanted to play football and learn the game very well. So, he started his lessons with a very profound coach. Every day he went into the practice ground early morning. His father would be sitting on a bench and his face wearing a smile, directed towards the son practicing. This was an everyday routine for days and weeks and months. In the initial days, the coach was trying to transfer the very basic skills of the game to the child but to no avail. Months passed by but the kid could not improve on his football skills. Yet, the patient coach did not give up. He continued to guide him.

Almost a year passed by without any improvements. More so, the coach noticed that the kid’s father stopped coming to the grounds just a few weeks ago. The coach thought that the father was too upset to see his son not improving.

A few more days passed by. Soon, the country was going to finalize the national team for the kids international football match. The child requested the coach to include him as well in the team. But the coach was horrified at his request. He said, “Son, how can I include you in the national team when, in the practice of so many months, you have not showed any signs of improvement in your playing skills?”. The kid replied, “Sir, please give me just one chance. I beg you. I promise you that I will not let you down this time. I also promise that I will be the highest scorer in the match. Please believe me just one time.” The coach was very touched with the kid’s pardon and granted him this chance.

On the day of the match, it was a miracle to watch, especially for the coach. The kid who performed hopelessly during his one year training session was the star of the entire match. Goals after goals. Cheers and accolades all around. It was simply unimaginable for the coach!

After the match, the coach summoned the kid and asked, “What was so different today that you showed up such a brilliant performance?”

The kid replied, “Sir, it is almost a month that my father died. He could not see me practice all those days because he was blind. But today, I guess he could see me from the heaven and he must have been really happy today to see me play well. It was just my desire to make him real happy and proud that I got the strength to play this well.”

The story might seem hypothetical but there is no harm in seeing it as a true story. Why? Because it portrays what it means to be a father and a child. The father, despite being blind, wore a smile just to encourage his child to play well. To a father, a child is always his Rockstar no matter what. The child, despite a history of poor performances, did miracle just to make his father happy and proud. To a child, a father is always his Role model.

And now something from my side.  Father is a characterization of चेहरा एक, रूप अनेक (one face, multiple roles)

FATHER is a -

F- Friend, with whom you can share your feelings and whims

A- Angel, who is ever-ready to bestow you with your desires and wishes

T- Teacher, who will give you the lessons of facing life and its challenges

H- Hero, whom you always want to emulate

E- Emperor, who rules the house with his wits and takes informed decisions

R- Rescuer, who is the savior for you, all the times, in any circumstances

Dedicated to my Father, who has always fulfilled his roles without any compromises.  :) 

ना पेटी बड़ा ना खोखा But सबसे बड़ा रुपैया!

ना पेटी बड़ा ना खोखा

But सबसे बड़ा रुपैया!

दुकानदार हो या फिर रिक्शेवाला

सबके जुबान पर मिलेगा:

भैया, छुट्टे हैं ना?

फोटोस्टेट हो या फिर “लुज़ वाटर”

बिना छुट्टे हो जाओ “रिवर्स गियर”

मेट्रो पे मांगोगे, “भैया एक ग्लास पानी देना”

वो कहेगा, “भैया, छुट्टे हैं ना?”

फिल्मो में हीरो बोले,

“चुम्मा चुम्मा दे दे!”

यहाँ पे सभी कोई बोले,

“छुट्टा छुट्टा दे दे!”

कहते है, ऊपर वालेकी मर्ज़ी के बिना

हिलता नहीं एक भी पत्ता,

पर यहाँ तो एक सिक्के के बिना

क्रूर गर्मीमें ये प्यास हि नहीं मिटता!

ना हिरा ना मोती

ना सोना चाहूँ रे,

मैं तो भारत सरकारका

बस सिक्का मांगूं रे!

सन्दर्भ: नई दिल्ली मेट्रो इस्टेशन (बाराखम्बा रोड) पर पिने के लिए “ग्लास वाटर” माँगा तो दुकानदार ने छुट्टे ना होने की वजह से रु.२ का पानी देने से इंकार कर दिया। क्या करता, १५ रुपये की पूरी बोटल लेनी पड़ी!

P.S. पेटी is a Marwari jargon for Lakhs and खोखा is for Crores

My Ticket to FMS...

I really wanted to write something when I was leaving Kathmandu on 10th of June, for my start of a new life at New Delhi trying to anticipate how I would feel once I am at a home away from home. However, I did not want to play my imagination into it and indeed wanted to wait and experience the feelings first-hand and then share it afterwards with authentic experiences. (Although I have a sweet memory of my two years of Hostel Life, nevertheless, it was ‘Hostel’ life for a limited meaning).

Farewell at the Taxi:

Yes, it was very obvious for me and family members to wave the hands because this time I was not going for a short tour or visit with a promise to return back within a week or so. (Alike the many other previous trips to New Delhi). With more and heavy luggage this time, the adieu was a bit more heart rendering.

At Bhairawa:

I stayed for almost 9 hours at Lumbini Flour Mill with absolute comfort. Special thanks to Amit Dai, his and subsequently my Jijaji- Again Amit Jijaji! And of course, to Jayprakash jee. That was still a homely environment and managed to do a bit of Official task as well [Janakitech knows it ;) ]. Overall, a nice experience.

At Gorakhpur Railway Station:

Almost two hours before the scheduled departure of the GKP-ANVT SPL Train, I reached the AC Waiting Lounge, dragging the Trolley of the luggage. And now, I was already starting to miss the evening dinner that we took at home, together. The hot air from the fan of the train made me miss the weather of Kathmandu more so than ever. I managed to sleep, and guess what a sound sleep!

At the ANVT Railway Station:

I must thank GOD for my arrival at the station safely with the entire luggage. It happened for the first time in my lonely-travel history: I was still sleeping at around 1:45pm in the afternoon when the train reached the destination when a fellow passenger from the next compartment woke me up. I was shocked to see my compartment empty but with the entire luggage! I hurriedly deboarded and took an Auto to my relative’s place at Kingsway Camp.

My FMS Saga:

The final and most significant task of this trip. Alternatively, the first step of a new beginning. The experience that is worth sharing here is that Delhi University (North Campus) or the entire Vishwavidhyala area would seem like a road puzzle initially until you have finally put your footsteps in every possible footpaths and Margs. Indeed, in search of Hostels and the PhotoStat services, you will have walked all the possible ways! However, irrelevant to say here, as far as the Hostel admissions are concerned, they are not very student conducive, despite being that the facilities are highly commendable.

My Fresh Yesterday:

Delhi’s freaking hot weather duly reminded me of water to quench my body’s need for water. However, the FMS Saga temporarily stopped me from actually missing my family. I am disheartened by myself for this. However, there was something to rejuvenate my mood last night. My small sister made me proud when she successfully video-and-voice-chatted with me for the first time and in fact it was her debut chat in her Internet usage history. (My lessons paid off :) ) I am simply happy.

Concluding Note- Absence of one versus Absence of Many:

To everybody out there in Kathmandu (or Nepal as a whole) who know me, probably they might be missing just a single person- me. But I simply can’t explain you the story on my part- one who is missing not just a single person but an army of near and dear ones. I just want myself to make the most of this departure that I have been facing currently. As it is said, a troubled present begets a brighter tomorrow. Just need enough wishes and blessings to recharge my strengths so that I can trade this present for better future, as envisioned by me, my family members, and my loved ones and dear friends.

भला किसीका करनासको तो...

"भला किसीका करनासको तो बुरा किसीका मत करना

पुष्प नहीं बन सकते तो तुम कांटे बनकर मत रहना"

मैंने अपने जीवनके अभी तक के २५ सालोंमें बहोतसी अच्छी शिक्षा पाई है। पर सब में अनुपम मुझे ये साधारण सी किन्तु अत्यंत अलौकिक दोहा हि लगती है। ये साधारण है परन्तु हम सब इसको नहीं निभाते है। वेद, पुराण, शास्त्र सब यह सिखातें है की अच्छे कर्म करो, अच्छाई का साथ दो। पर सायद आजके ज़माने में ये थोड़ी Outdated सी लगती है। आजकी सदिमें तो अच्छाई करने वाले कम और बुरा चाहने वाले ज्यादा होगये है।

इस भजन, दोहे या फिर श्लोक ने मेरे मस्तिष्क एवं मनमे बेहद गहरा स्थान बनाकर रखा है। ये दो वाक्यों ने पूरी की पूरी इंसानियतको समेटलिया है। केवल इतना हि नहीं, मुझे तोह ऐसा भी लगता है की यदि पृथ्वीके संपूर्ण प्राणी मात्र इस पर अमल करें तो सायद ये धरती में हि स्वर्गकी अनुभूति दिलादे।

कहते है, सच्चाई की हमेसा जीत होती है। पर मुझे सच्चाई की जीत की उतनी परवाह नहीं जितनी अच्छाईकी की है। कभी कभी झुटके सहारे भी किसीकी भलाई करनेका अवसर प्राप्त होता है।

कुछ साधारणसे नुस्खे:

• ·        मीठी बोली
• ·         सही सुझाव
• ·         Zero ईर्ष्या
• ·         सद विचार
• ·         निसंकोच मन

सायद ये आप सभीको पता भी हो। समझ लेना की मैंने एकबार refresh करादी। 

SLC Results at your fingertips

How long do you need to wait for a pizza to be served? How much time do you need to spend in order to get your turn at the barber’s shop for a haircut? Where do you stand in the long queue of getting your tank filled with petrol at the Petrol pump round the corner? And now, the most important question for a student, “How much of anticipation do you need to undergo in order to know your exam results (particularly the SLC Results) once it was officially published?”

I am not aware of possible answers to the first three questions but I am pretty candid and certain about the answer to the final one. Yes, I can say that now you simply do not need to undergo any delay or time lag on knowing how you have fared in you SLC examinations. Yes, ZERO Anticipation! Thanks to Sparrow SMS and its SLC Result Campaign under 5001. You no longer need to wait for the newspapers to publish the results and neither do you need to suffer the slow Website response. Yes, its now ultra fast and ultra easy to get your results in the most handy form- on your mobile by the virtue of just a single Pre-registration SMS to SLC Results.

Let me share you the story of how we (in the year 2062B.S.) got our SLC results, indeed, a struggling effort to get the results as compared to such easy methods. Moreover, we got our results in bits and pieces, unlike today where you can get your Detailed Results at once. One had to wait for the Gorkhapatra to publish the Division list at first where you could just know that whether you passed with Distinction or in any of the Divisions. More so, you had to book your copy of Gorkhapatra (even at a price higher than its Cover Price) or share it with a few of your colleagues and still then wait for your turn to scroll down your fingers along with your eyeballs to scan through the number maze to get to your Symbol no! Then, you had to wait for around a week to know the marks and the percentage when the ledger (as we called it then) arrived in your respective schools.

Now, those are the bygone days… 

All you need to do now is this simple:

In order to Pre-register,

Type SLC<space>Symbol number and send SMS to 5001.

Example:

·         SLC 12345678

·         SLC 01234567A

After having discussed about SLC and Results, I feel the urge to share something on “What next after SLC” too. Obviously, most of us are not decided or mentally positioned for the choice of the stream after SLC, whether Science, management or Humanities. Most of us have a wrong concept regarding the choice: the rudimentary thinking says that with higher percentages, one should go for Science, and with lower percentages Management and Humanities. Stream is correlated with the Pyramid of percentages obtained which is a very big mistake as I see it. You need not judge your stream by your obtained percentages but rather by your interests and passion. In today’s competitive environment, 16 years of age is high-time for developing a path for your career and future goals and vision. You should not be in a limbo with such crucial decisions; neither should you leave the decisions on irrelevant indicators like the percentage.

For Result updates: Sparrow SLC Results

Never stop asking...

I have no intention of turning my bog into a daily diary. However, I just felt that on the recent Friday (1^st of June), which was meant to be very special for me and my friends actually did not turn out to be very exciting. May be I felt so, may be I no longer “Rock” or may be I never “rocked”. I wanted to write something special but nothing special came to me. I don’t know if I am wrong but I failed to maintain the charm of the day. However, very unexpectedly, I came across something very special the very next day.

After having a blog dedicated to my own inspiration, I discovered this Saturday that I had been an inspiration to someone! Someone, in a program (Farewell program to the Batch of 2012-2012 of Himalayan WhiteHouse Int’l College, where I was invited as the Guest of Honor) revealed an incident when I came to know that I had been a spark of inspiration to….. just guess………………………………a teacher during my grade 11 at Himalayan White House International College.

Seems unusual. But I was delighted to know that I had been the spark for a change in the life of a teacher. He shared how I had been the source if motivation and inspiration to him. Here’s how:

I had accidentally entered into a class during my first class into another section’s class where Dr. Jiwan Adhikary was teaching Nepali Vyakaran. I keen listened to what he taught and after some time, I raised a question on the topic that was being taught. Unfortunately or rather fortunately (as you will realize a little later as you go on reading) Jiwan sir wasn’t really updated on that topic and he felt that he could not answer the question to the fullest with what he knew then.  However, I had no intention of embarrassing him or asking him just anything out of the blue. It is my habit and nature to ask what I don’t understand, outright and frankly.

Dr. Jeewan Adhikari

The next day I wasn’t present in his class because as I shared earlier, I had accidentally entered into a wrong class (what a dumb am I?). Jiwan sir inquired about me in the class and came to know that I was the student of another section/group.

Now, can you anticipate what role could this simple incident play in someone’s life, especially in the teacher’s life? Let me share with you what Jiwan sir revealed after such a long break (so much as 6 or 7 years), in the program where we met again, yet again accidentally! I had a very healthy conversation with him that day when he told me, “Vipul, do you remember the day when we met for the first time in the class for a short span of time? Do you know- that the very next day I took the ordeal of collecting the best of the books available over the topic that you raised the question and updated myself so well that now I can answer anything and everything to my satisfaction.”

I was simply speechless! I thought to myself, how deep difference just a “question” could make. Of course, my question and my short presence in the class turned out to be very fortunate enough, fortunate too much for Jiwan sir and spill-over effect, fortunate for me too. I am fortunate to know that I had been a “change-agent” in the life of my teacher. I am thankful to Jiwan Sir, for sharing with me this particular incidence which will of course remain unforgettable for the rest of my life. I thank you sir, from the bottom of my heart, for taking me so seriously.

I wanted to share this fresh incident the very day in the mass and gathering there but the crowd did not excite me to share my words there. I had a doubt that my loud words there would go into deaf ears (because everyone there was in a party and cheerful and excited mood). So I opted instead to share it loud, here with my most valued readers.

A few things to reiterate: Never stop asking and Always have your say.