Techies from our college had ,
have and writing Histories which are really a mystery to me , what attracted me
always was “Robotics” but my dad compelled me to take Computer Science as
Stream , and he compelled me to seat for AIEEE. My bad luck and his very good
luck to show off and to say proudly , I and my daughter are graduated from the
same college, he even thinks that I will go for the reunions accompanying him,
Boring … those slow music and all that , what I want is thrill.
“hey are you here …??” I looked
up , stopped making faces which I was making then just trying to think about
the boring reunions , those opera kind of things , with my black white dad ,
and evergreen mom.
“ yeah I m …” I snapped at the man , who said it to me.
“ so you are in born misbehaved
person.” The man looked at his watch , “ 7 minutes still to start the
orientation , and I guess you are not going in , preferred to stand at the gate
, coz of getting a last chair , or bench which ever you are having in mind..” he
said very rudely , which I took as a instant humiliation to me.
“ sorry sir , I didn’t wanted to
insult neither the guard from the morning , nor I wanted to shout at you , then
he made me mad like n e thing , faking me , and now I was thinking something
else , and I thought you must be some of newbie like me.” I tried to defend my
position to the man , in formals , whom gave me lectures on respecting humans
this morning , when I behaved little roughly with rahaman the guard.
“ good defence … but I m not
convinced..” he said sharply
“ sorry sir to offend you ..but I
m not standing here blankly thinking odds or just to
grab a last seat but because the classroom is locked ..” I made him look down .
The man hold the door handle and tried to open it , he smiled like a loser ,
and I found myself I two step ahead than him.
“ you are right , sorry…” the man
in formals walked to a guard and said something I found the guard running to a
counter took a bunch of keys and opened the door. The man in formals asked me
to come and have a seat. After we enter I saw the man taking a seat in front of
me , facing me , because he was a trainer . I thought that what a bad
impression he should have got about me , I just ended up in fighting with him.
“ so you are ?” the man asked.
The man has already given me a
long lecture about , respect and all , and I also placed my image very badly ,
to him. So I thought of standing up , this time he stopped me , and asked me to
continue having my seat. I smiled , sat back , “ Akira Sharma”
“good ..name.. degree?”
“B.tech CSE…IMI engineering
college”
“impressive college … heritage
one , and DGPA?”
“9.5”
“ which rank holder.”
“topper”
“great … and other acti…” he stopped
as there was some newbie who asked permission to enter , the man in formals ,
with a smile , gave a nod and asked them to enter and have their seats.he then
continued with me , asking me about my extra curricular activities and other
boring stuffs and after he completed his drill with me , he said that I m a
perfect package to be called “All rounder..” not a new complement for me , but
, I never wanted to be a CS Engineer , I always wanted to be in Robotics , but
once I take up something , I do it with all my perfections , and that only got
reflected in my mark sheets of 8 semesters . soon the class room was full. I
can see many new faces.
The man in Formals , closed the
door , walking to the furthest corner of the dais he cleared his throat , so
that he can use his voice little high to address the candidates , I guess.
‘ Welcome … every one … I m
Vatshal Singh …. Senior HR Executive of the company, and I welcome you to your
new home , rather second home.”
“oh!!!” I thought “ so this is
Vatshal Singh .. and I messed up with him right at the entrance wonderful akira
, you need a pat for this.” I was mad over me.
When it was Lunch break , as
decided earlier by me , I wanted to go outside , to the road side stalls to
have my lunch , after a pissed off morning .I was busy to look at the welcome
kit given by the company to us for the first time , while most of people , I
guess, has already seen it or have gone through every details of it. I opened
the zipper and looked inside . it contained ….
1. A
writing Pad
2.
A
booklet with rules and regulations and policies of the company. (most of the
policies are chanted by the man in formals, oh!! Sorry he has a name , Mr.Singh
. sir .. I have to call him sir, an IIM graduate..Nerd)
3.
A
pen , which must the most cheapest, yes superlative of superlative , from my
collections, least interested.
4.
A
Batch ??? what the hell is Batch for ?? written “Trainee” What the … I almost
uttered the f word , but controlled my teary emotions due to the surroundings.
Also due to the surveillance cameras which were eyeing on me ,sorry us .
That’s all with the contents ,
nothing special, atleast I thought of a descent office bag from the company ,
but what a great disappointment it was, don’t know if others were having the
same feeling or not , but I was. So I decided to gift myself a new bag , that
night , if I get time. Putting the belongings of the zipper file back to it , I
carefully drop it into my back pack . I was about to stand up , one person
greeted me with Hi . I looked up , and after checking him , I concluded Flirt .
Well I have a theory behind it
too. When I was in standard 12 , our chemistry sir used to say us the prettiest
faces , generally comes out as the most flirtatious person. Well somehow I
believed in that theory , and the myth or trust on the theory is still
continuing. As per my experience , the studs of our college were the most
flirtatious ones, so still I second the theory by my professor which was in my
mind since 6 years back. Mind set of a
teenage still continuing in early 20s.
“
hi ..” I replied faking him a smile , because I was really not
interested to talk with him , I was more interested to check in to a good food
stall for the office going peoples , right at the footpath of the streets.
“ Shekhar..” he extended his hand
to me , for a shake.
I smiled again , faked , “ Akira”
I replied with an empty stomach, felt it was growling , which was very awkward .
“ so where are you from ?” he
continued
“Mumbai..” I stood up ..as I lied
, I was from Kolkata in reality.
“I m from Delhi.” He was very
enthusiastic to make friendship with me, and I m sure in few days he will end
up in proposing me , but I m not at all interested in his boring stuffs. As I
walked to the door , ignoring him , he
called out my name , and I felt how odd my name sounds from him, ishhh cheee.
“ ya..” I turned … he asked me if
I was going to do lunch , I said that it was obvious to have lunch reminding
him about the time. He looked defeated , but didn’t gave up , he tried to take
me to the canteen , which I hate the most . I almost came out shouting at him ,
when he at last gave up and I walked out from the office building to have
lunch.
After walking few meters from the
main building , I found the busiest shop working on the streets. I tried to
make my way near to the benches , few tries exhausted me , sweats , where
budging from my fore head to side of ears. I decided to wait , to get the crowd
little dispersed . I settled on a tree stump, left after the big tree was cut.
I took out a wet tissue to wipe out my sweat, I heard someone trying to talk to
me. I turned my head to the way , from where the sound is coming.
I saw meera , standing there with
two thermocol plates, with food stuffed on it more than excess.
“madam , idhar baithe rehne se
khana nahi milegi.” She with a smile she walked to me and adjusted herself on
the tree plank. I smiled to thank her as she handed me the plate full of food.
She smiled even broad. I felt really bad to insult her that morning, she was
really good at heart. I was supposed to left out without any lunch , but thanks
to her , I was eating then. I was never been exposed to road sides food when I
was with my family , and when I was pursuing my B.Tech , my pocket money ,
never allowed me to have road side foods , though I took it few times. But that
food was having an unique taste, I really felt that , it was far better than
the almost 3 star like canteen of the multistoried Hi tech office Building of
mine. If I was not figure conscious I would have loved to have another plate. I
and Meera almost finished the food in silent.
After finishing the lunch , and
done with the repayments to her , I really wanted to speak with her , I
initiated
“ so you are from delhi ??” I
asked her
“nah !! madamji , Lucknow .. home
town..” then she continued , I came to know that she is a widow with one kid,
her husband was working with the security agency , and after his death in a
fatal accident Rahaman helped her to get enrolled in the security agency and
some how she ended up in working there at the technical sector. Her kid ,
Sameer was a kiddo studying in class 6 , he also helps his mother , by taking
tuitions of kids upto standard 4. My inner soul got greedy to meet the kid ,who
was so confident that , he used to take tuitions of kids almost of his age. But
I wanted to grow a rapport with her first . We were walking back while we
talked , and I didn’t sensed when we reached the office building back. Meera
excused herself back to her security duties, she was very hard working and
serious lady, a single mother with intelligent son.
I checked into the office back, I
was walking back , but something stopped me , I turned and looked at meera ,
The Lady in blue shirt… amazed me today with her short life history and the
humanity gestures. I smiled and walked back to the office to take the rest
torments for the day.
Rest of the day , I along with
other Trainees , end up in visiting respective departments , immediate seniors
, perspective teams , and getting a glimpse and hint of projects which are yet
to get assigned to us.
