The morning sleep broke to start the day all by the grace of the strong wake-up-bangs on the door. Everyone from the Hostel was summoned to cheer at the flog hoisting ceremony in the first floor on the occasion on India's 64th Republic Day. Wanted to see so got up and joined the ceremony with +Eshan Sett and +Nilesh Pokharkar from the 2014 Batch and many others. Besides the ceremony. the sweets and Pakodas distributed were also awesome.
Then the breakfast at Mess. The most important decision made at the table along with +Nilesh Pokharkar was to go out in the evening and roam around India Gate.
However, we didn't actually turn up to India Gate (not at least too close). What stopped us from reaching the Gate is captured in the +Picovico video here. Hope you will enjoy watching some of the "beautiful" amateur Photographs taken by me and +Nilesh Pokharkar.
(written on the night of Laxmi Puja, published later)
The day or rather the night of Deepawali was indeed an
awesome one for me. Although I was not amongst the lucky ones who could go join
their family for the auspicious celebration and Puja of Goddess Laxmi, the Puja
and Aarati set up in my room gave the experience of home away from home. What
went behind the set-up is of least concern to me and to you as my reader, but
what it brought forth is indeed a very special and memorable one for me. (For Videos, scroll down)
The gathering. The “singing of the aarti” in syn (or rather
at a times off the syn!! J).
The fun while clicking snaps. The moments captured in the video. “The bowing
down” and then the “immediate pat on the back”. And then the distribution of
sweets, or rightly put “Prasad”. Every instance was a moment. A moment filled
with fun, joy.
Kashyap was very happy and he truly said (and said over the
phone to his parents back in Nepal) that he too felt at home in front of our
arrangements for the Laxmi Puja ceremony. Everyone loved the celebration- Eshaan,
Anup, Sujoy, Shaunak, Neeraj, Vedant, Amit, Pratik, Himanshu (I don’t know if I
missed someone and finally of course Vipul too). Nilesh was christened the
“Pundit” for today’s gathering. I was happy about what we all put up together.
We all deserve a pat at the back for our collective effort.
I am writing at this moment when the main diya is still lit
up. Wanted to go to sleep but I thought after a very long time, I have got a
very great experience to share with you all. (No blog posts since … I don’t
know how many days.. need to count them..!!) So I thought “Strike the iron when
its hot” applies here as well (I don’t know if there is any other appropriate
version fit for what I mean to say, but I am sure you have understood it very
properly). I didn’t want these afresh moments to left alone. This piece is a
good occasion for me to recollect them and once again feel good about it.
And then, I finally enjoyed few fireworks moments near
Phulwari Block, Outram Lines when I went to meet my Mamiji and family there.
New Delhi is definitely the place to be in Diwali if you want to look at the
sky and watch the “colors of life”. With different skyshots and God knows what
kinds of crackers, one will definitely have a good time watching the sky alone.
And if you have access to terrace, it is a good idea to have a terrace bon-fire
and watch the colorful Delhi-sky. Believe me, here the real taste is not in
actually burning the fireworks yourself, but a whole lot in simply viewing them
(if not hearing the loud sounds).
Of course, I miss my hometown, my family. The celebration
and ceremony at home, at office. Meeting relatives and also delivering sweets to
relatives’ homes!! And then the gala dinner at night with delicious items and
sweets cooked by Mom. (No fireworks and crackers there, as its banned).
However, what I am now really going to miss is “Bhai-Duj” (Bhai-tika) in the
next 2 days. Miss you a lot- my younger sis and my elder sis.
I am always pleased to see Nepal making some great news (of course in a positive sense). Interestingly, the IT or for that matter IT-eS and ICT sector of Nepal coming into international picture is more appealing to me. Now that is definitely making some noise is Picovico. With constant efforts put into making the best out of their startup, Picovico had applied for Start-up Chile,a program created by the Chilean Government that seeks to attract high-potential entrepreneurs to bootstrap their start-ups in Chile, using it as a platform to go global.
Earlier in July 2011, Picovico was selected for The Morpheus Ventures, a startup accelerator based in India, and received an initial funding which took them to a greater height. Now, with Start-up Chile they have added another international wing to their portfolio and are on a get-set-go for a purely global exposure.
For the dim wits, Picovico is a product from Janaki Technology Pvt. Ltd., a leading IT company in Nepal. It’s a tool that converts images to interesting videos with beautiful transitions and music. The product is simple and anyone can use it to create their memorable videos out of their favorite photos in just a few clicks!
Janaki Technology also owns products like Sparrow SMS which offers wide range of SMS VAS services and Social Aves which offers social media services to companies in Nepal.
Years of hard work, dedication and passion is what brings the brilliant team to this level today. With Picovico, Janaki Technology has stepped into the international arena creating an inspiring story for the young entrepreneurs of Nepal.
As I read the news of Suicide coming up to be a leading cause of death in India, I felt that this particular issue has not been brought forth as often as it should have been, depending on the gravity of the issue as put forth in the news: http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/india/Suicide-may-soon-be-leading-cause-of-death-in-India-reveals-study/articleshow/14329046.cms . Further, it was really astonishing to know that suicide has become the second-leading cause of death among the young in India. Young India, which should be the future of India has been so disheartening. CommittingSuicide instead of committing something to make India proud. The study says, suicide claims twice as many lives in India as HIV-AIDS. We have invested a lot in campaigns and awareness for HIV/AIDS. Now its time for a drive to stop Suicidal Attempts and Suicides. Probably not just in India, but around the world altogether.
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
Wow! What a coincidence. It’s my 17th Post and
today is 17th 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. :)
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.पेटीis a
Marwari jargon for Lakhs and खोखाis for Crores
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.
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।
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