There and Back again…(and some more!)

Hmm…yeah its been again quite a long time since I wrote..and for a good reason. Loads have happened in the past 2 and a half months and mostly it has been good for me. When I last wrote I was on my way to join Sesa Goa, now I am an employee of NTPC and am presently at Kahalgaon, Bihar. Yeah it was a hell of a journey!

But the journey that enraptured me with emotions(all the wrong kinds of them) was the one that I made yesterday : to Bhagalpur! What started off as a trip to the (in)famous city turned out to be quite a treat for all the people who love BADDD journeys! We were six people off into the blue. Our errands were different but destination the same. It was the first time that I travelled for more than a hour in an auto-rickshaw and man it was like hell. The roads initially were like you could find some amount of metaled road in a group of several potholes, but steadily the conditions became better to the extent that now all we could see on the roads were herds of buffaloes! Well I’ve to say one thing it was the very first time that I saw trained buffaloes…I mean they were all moving in a line behind their masters..an extraordinary feat really!

Then came the famous Bhagalpur Engineering College (BEC) from where one of my housemates, Shashikant (better known as Konchi @ Danda!!) has completed his Engineering. It was great to see an institution that churns out the electrical and mechanical engineers plunged in darkness…afterall people do good things only when they are forced by the circumstances, in this case the darkness or perhaps there is a rule there to go to bed by 6.30 in the evening (that explains Danda’s habits!)

Jokes apart, I was really saddened by the rampant unemployment and hence the immense poverty that’s spread all through Bihar. I could see beautiful farmlands for stretches as far as my naked eyes could see, and yet the very farmer who is toiling day and night to make the farm the way it is, lives in stark poverty as the money made out of the crops doesn’t manage to trickle down to them. Moreover each family was having a bunch of kids, all half-naked, roaming around in the streets, some helping their fathers in herding the cattle while some just loitering away: In short no signs of schools. Whatever the politicians might be saying, this is the ground reality of Bihar. Yes the situation has tremendously improved from what I had earlier seen in the rule of Lalu Prasad Yadav and the criminals that were the MLA’s back then but still loads of works remains to be done. At this juncture it is quite laughable that LPY is tempting the Bihar public with the offer of a motorbike for every Bihari…what the hell…when will these people learn? All I can hope is that the Bihari junta has come to its senses, risen out of the rampant caste prejudices and will vote the correct people onto power and not the one’s who go promising Bikes to people..

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Death

According to Wikipedia, Death is the permanent termination of the biological functions that define a living organism. But in the practical world, death is much more than the mere termination of a body. Death is the end, the final destination of the journey of life. It breaks all the shackles that bind a person to earth, all the bonds, all relationships, all feelings, everything.

Yet death leaves behind memories, which makes those who are left behind groan in agony, and yet smile in times of great sorrow. It makes people sit-back and just remember the golden-moments shared, and those which could have been shared but weren’t.

Death makes you remember how much you loved the one who went away, how much you cared and how much you miss the absence. It is said that only the body dies, the soul is invulnerable. But, still the physical embodiment of the soul, the attire is what connects you to the people. You share jokes with the attire, you fight with the attire and even love the attire, and when the attire isn’t there anymore…well there comes in a never filling void that haunts you throughout your life.

However hard you cry, however frantically you grope…the one who goes away never ever comes back. However hard you wish you could have done more,  you can’t anymore. However hard you try to remember what in light moments you used to talk to each other, you feel that there was something that was left unsaid, undone, unasked, unknown…and now it never can’t be said or done or asked or known. Its all over. Its not a comma, its a FULL STOP.

The End….

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