Fate, Infosys and Me !

Fate is strange. It cracks many jokes upon you, if you get those jokes: fine, if not, welcome to the majority. In December 2009, I cleared the selection process for Infosys technologies to become one of the 20,000 software engineers it hires approximately every year in India. I was elated. Relieved.

But back then, i had planned different things for my career: a Master's degree from any decent US university, followed by 2-3 years of international work-ex. For this reason, i already knew that i am not going to join Infosys(or Infy, as it is affectionately called in the circle). I was waiting for results from the universities i had applied to. After i got the job, an excited ‘me’ posted this to my Facebook / Orkut / Gtalk / Twitter status:


One thing i've observed and realized with my (fellow) today’s generation is that everyone's trying to be different from each other. But isn’t it the case always, the fight for being different, being ahead. Throughout the history, human beings knowingly or unknowingly have been a part of this rat race. It just got intense and cruel in modern times. Only poor thing - according to my humble perception - is that people(specially teenagers) end up becoming a mere 'ordinary' in their quest for being the 'extra-ordinary'. I look around myself, see my fellow pals doing 'cool' things to be different, and i can't stop laughing upon them. I am not ridiculing anyone, I just see beyond certain things. And yes, the show-off-younger-Gen-X i mentioned, i am also one of them. I can deny this fact brashly, but i won't, in fact i can’t. Perhaps that's the reason, i posted such status and tried to show off my uber-cool attitude.

Anyway, let’s not deviate from the topic :)

I was telling ki i got through Infy selection process and decided against joining it. However apne Uncle-the-Supremely-Powerful God ji (aka destiny aka fate aka time) had different plans for me. I was absolutely unaware of the things that were to change the course of my life, at least the life as i had planned.

3 MS admits, 3 IT companies, 3 ignored Date-of-Joinings and a hell lot of things later: Yours truly is now joining Infosys. What happened in between, please let’s not go into that. Oh, i know i know, your eyebrows have tightened up and you are making that weird look now, which one makes after reading a last-page-missing-suspense-thriller. Ha! Got Ya! Nonetheless here’s the last tidbit of my story. I had applied for an extension in Infy joining date, which luckily has been granted.

The lesson learnt here is that don’t expect things to go as per your plan. It is ‘he’ who plans. It is ‘his’ choice. You just keep giving your cent percent with a broad grin in whatever you do. All iz Well, and inshaallah, All will be Well !

Whatever. Huh!
 :-)






साज़िश


वो चलती है जहां चलता है
पैरों तले उसके आसमां चलता है
रोती है वक़्त रुक जाता है
पैरों तले पड़ा आसमान तब वहीँ टिक जाता है

अदायें दिखाती वो
मटक मटक बलखाती वो
गिर जाती वो मुस्काती वो
आधे कुतरे हुए बिस्कुट को पकड़े
घर भर में ऊधम मचाती वो

वो हंसती है सूरज का धागा उससे जुड़ जाता है
वो गाती है कोयल का राग बेसुरा पड़ जाता है
नाचती है वो तो सृष्टी झूम उठती है
झूमती है वो तो माँ चूम उठती है
उदासी नहीं मालूम उसे
उबासी नहीं मालूम उसे
भूख नहीं पता चालाकी नहीं पता
होशयारी नहीं पता समझदारी नहीं पता
दुनिया के रीति रिवाजों से अनजान
बड़ी हो रही है वो नादान

उसे क्या मालूम ये दुनिया साज़िश में है
उसे भी इंसान बनाने की ..


इतने आंसू कहाँ से लाऊं


जागी सुबह, सोये सपने
आँख खुली तो, खोये अपने
इतने सपने कहाँ से लाऊं
कि जी भर कर सो पाऊं

लम्बी उम्र, मुश्किल डगर
साथी दो, साया और सफ़र
इतनी सांसें कहाँ से लाऊं
कि मरके भी जिंदा रह जाऊं

गुज़रता वक़्त, तकती आँखें
याद आयीं हैं आज वो बातें
इतनी यादें कहाँ से लाऊं
कि वापिस वो दिन जी पाऊं

बारिश की बूँदें ढम-ढम ढलके 
आंसू कई छप-छप छलके
इतने आंसू कहाँ से लाऊं
कि जी भर कर रो पाऊं

इतने आंसू.. कहाँ से लाऊं
कि रोते रोते तर जाऊं
इतने आंसू.. कहाँ से लाऊं
कि रोते रोते मर जाऊं

एक

एक डगर थी
उसपे था राही एक
एक सफ़र बस
था साथी एक
एक काँटा था
चुभा तो दर्द एक
एक नगर आया
रात गुज़ारी एक
एक दिन ऊगा
फिर बढ़ा  कदम एक

एक डगर फिर थी
उसपे था वही राही एक
एक सपना बेचकर
ख़रीदा नया सपना एक

Untold Story of a Breaking News



She kept looking towards them, staring with blank eyes. The media and the common man blinded by media; everyone was making them the culprits. She and her husband were being loathed for an act which could not be easily justified. "What is happening to this country, where a mother sells her own child?", "They sold her, their own daughter..", "..these people are wretched, they should not be forgiven"; the media was spitting venom upon them. People see what they are shown and believe what they are made to. When the police took Shyamlal to lockup, she kept looking with numb eyes. She had forgotten what happiness was, what getting a stomach full of bread was. Her name was Latika, too hurt to cry she sat down on the floor, looking into the abyss of her misfortune and suddenly past came back flashing in front of her eyes.

"Here, have your lunch, why do you work so hard?", asked Latika from her husband. He replied gaily, "because I want to buy you a new Saari my love." They had half an acre land which was sufficient for both of them. He borrowed plough, manures and other necessities for agriculture from other people of his village, in return he worked for them. He also earned extra money by working as a daily wage labourer. None of this bothered  Shyamlal because he knew he was taking good care of his wife, who was bearing his first child then. But soon the uncertainty with agriculture showed its colours. Small farmers like Shyamlal succumbed to the disturbed rain cycle. Draught decreased the productivity from his already small land so much that he had no choice but to work almost full time as a labourer. In contrast, to a nation fast developing, it was a good time, or at least seemed like one. Cities were expanding by eating up villages, road network was improving, electricity was reaching remote areas and many more 'shining' things were beginning to take shape. It was when the government decided to make a big crossroads flyover on the highway near their village, fortunes of Shyamlal took another turn. His small stretch of land luckily was a part of the land allocated for the flyover. Government paid a decent sum for his otherwise useless land. By this time his family had become 4 from 2. Wage rates in the village were very low and work was hard to find, so they moved to the nearby city. Latika had asked Shyamlal upon coming to the city, "How will we ever survive in a large place like this?" To which he had replied, "We can only survive in a large place like this, choices are not a part of our life anymore".

"Latika, Latika!!" she was shaken back to present by one of her neighbours. It had been a long day already, she did not know where to go for assistance. Poor people neither have means nor contacts to seek help in such matters. When she enquired from her neighbors, she came to know that it will be at least 1 month imprisonment for shyamlal for dealing in an illegal manner. Her daughter Binodi was now with her. For the first time in her life she felt the urge to kill herself. It was not humiliation, they have already suffered a lot. It was the sinking feeling that how would she ever support her family now? They were doomed to die eventually, we all are, but with such misery and so early, this was unexpected. At least not likely when their life had returned back to normal in the city just a few years ago.

The city was a concrete jungle, everyday another concrete marvel would be erected. Shyamlal and Latika, they both got work on construction sites. They earned enough to sustain and even to save some money. Two years later, a daughter was born to them, they named her Binodi. They were raising their 3 kids well, though they could not send them to school, they fed them well. Or just good enough. Shyamlal created a house with left over bricks and a polythene sheet roof at a construction site. Kids played nearby when their parents laboured. Those were the routine tough days, things were going just smoothly. Then, destiny took a U-turn once again and their elder son got ill. His head swell and doctors at the government hospital asked for money to operate the kid. Their minimal savings so far went away in the treatment. When they had nothing left, they decided to go back to their village. They had a few relatives there who could take care of the kids when they would go out to work. So they came back, unaware that things were about to get worse. This was just the beginning.

They came back to the village and looked for work in the nearby localities. Work was not ample and they were not paid like they used to in the city. One day Shyamlal went to meet a distant relative of him Ramlal - after a long time. Ramlal had luckily got a good job as peon in a private company. He was in a better condition than Shyamlal but fate had played other tricks upon him. He did not have any child. Shyamlal and his family were starving by then. Since Binodi was very small, Ramlal and his wife offered them to take her. Shyamlal refused instantly and so did Latika. But after the persuasion, they agreed to sell her. All of this was done legally, they put their thumb prints on the stamp paper. It was not easy for them, all of this, specially for Latika. But, hunger is an emotion which overtakes all others. Even motherhood. She thought, at least Binodi will have a good life this way.

"What..!!" Latika got back to her senses by Binodi's cries. She was happy to see her back but felt sad for the things going around her. She thought, they will get over this too, of course she was not at the liberty of chalking out plans for their future. Just to get bread 2 times a day for her family was enough for her. Latika did not want more from her already shattered life. She was thinking, ‘Shyamlal will return after 1 month,  it is October I can get work in the Paddy fields, but that won’t be enough, I also have to work somewhere extra, how will I manage milk for poor girl Binodi, I cannot borrow any more money  now….’ That tired sould did not know when she fell asleep thinking all this.

Life went back to normal for all those who had been watching this news in the comforts of their homes. But the damage was done, two families had been shattered. The Media which was the culprit in making them the culprits, went away to its other 'breaking-news-stuff', only to return 1 year later with another breaking news. "Young girl dies of malnutrition and jaundice. Parents kill both the sons and commit suicide!!"