MAX R 100- MY OLD JUNK !

October of 1998,i don't remember the date , but my dad did one thing he wanted to, he bought a new TVS-SUZUKI Max R 100, costing approx 41000 Rs, in
installments Which he rather paid for the next two years. A black color, not so beautiful bike was the matter of talk in our neighborhood. Only few
families had bike at that time.And this respective model from TVS_SUZUKI was a road leader those days, every third bike on road was Max R 100 or Max100.
Specially built for plane road along with the rough muddy stony and worse roads of India. Being an owner of that beauty was a matter joy and happiness
for us. Time passed on , it ran for more then one lakh kms on road and still working, the last reading i noted was 67893 kms, approx 4 years ago. This
piece of iron was my dad's third son, and i salute it, it was with us on crises, on happiness, on events, from home to long distance drives, villages,
in days and nights, every time. Sticked with my dad like his lucky charm, from being a poor, to a middle class gentleman, father of two son and a
successful man. This one tone lode of iron was nothing but a graceful addition to our family, all the stuff were too hearty.

I was 10 at that time and its been 12 years, not even once the engine was opened, shock ups are still tight, good working condition, single handed always...
But it got old, and lost his performance to a great deal.Time was there to change it, give it a retirement, it deserves it, no matter what services it gave
us, but things must stop some day, that's how every thing goes on. So today 05 nov 2010, DIwali Day, we exchanged it with new TVS Star City. I can clearly
understand the attachment of my dad with this vehical and its obvious too, but he had to let it go. Me and dad went to get the newest member to my family,
it costed 2000 more then its predecessor, it looks fine with an eligent look. We booked it, got the exchange offer made, had the billing, and got it, and
even when my dad took a last look at his son, he was overwhelmed, and was not in amy mood to leave it, but our financial condition can not afford to keep
two bye, specially when the old, dearest one is a fuel drinker. I actually kept my nerves very calm ,and reacted a little while leaving that old brother
on that shop. Even i was moved when i saw it for the last time, but time was there to switch the wheels to the next byke, and i drove the new member back
to home.
The most special thing was that it ended for that byke where it started for it, 12 years ago... the same shop, the same part of the year. It was a
complete journey for that piece of iron, how beautiful was it, like wise it happens with us humans, and animals too, every thing has this fate, that is
exact. And the most amezing thing that can happen is to end it from your origin, from where we started.... I kept it unsaid, but i will miss that old junk..
" its not how you started , but its important how you ended, and not cost, its value that makes life reach immortality..."

RESERVATION WAR !

Its 10-10-10, i woke up early around 4 in the morning, and went to Koramangalam BDA for my ticket reservation, as i am leaving Banglore in three days. Actually
last day i was here at Sothern Wertern Railway's Reservation counter, but did not got my Tatkal ticket, I reached there around 6:30 in the morning. Yesterday
i was here 90 minutes before the opening of the ticket counter, but i didnot got the ticket. So, today i jumped up early and reached the venue at 5:15 in tme morning
approxly 2 hours and 45 minutes before the scheduled time of the poening of ticket counter.
But atlast i got my ticket confirmed, and gonna leave Banglore in two days on 12th.
As i reached the office, i expected some people already in the queue, but eventually, i was nearly on the 32nd position in the list. People were there
from 2 am in the night, and been sleeping there only for that long time, till its 8. Guys who were at the first position had there bedding with then, sleeping on newspaper
covered with thin plastic. Some had there bed sheet , and a few had pillow and shwals too. The scene was really unexpected. Till it was 6:30 i was not been able to see there
faces even, it was all covered with blanket and every thing. Following them was a bunch of young blood, somewhere from Bihar or UP,their different tone of speaking
distinguishes them easily. The had t shirts, burmudaa, shorts etc. Following them was half a dozen of single gentelmans, one after the another, some were sleeping,
some were trying to sleep, a few chatting with each other, a few were busy with there phone and songs, i joined the queue after a gentalman from Orrisa, he was boarding to
Kolkata to meet his daughter, he told me about his career in a private company for last 8 years, and his busy schedule. He was going to see his 6 year daughter after
18 long months, on the occassion of her birthday the following 26th of this month. He was posted to Banglore two years back, and he visited home anly once in this period.
I thought i was standing at the last position in the queue, but after just fifteen minutes, i was followed by three more gentalmans, i think they were from East India,
then the queue grew very quickly, and till 6:40 am ,i was follwed by approxly 60 more gentalmen/ ladies. To my back at 13th and 14th position were the real india,
one hindu prist, wearing long white single piece dhoti, with long tika on forehead, and beeds in hand, and rhyming "hare raama hare krishna", and the next person to the prist was
a well structured, neat, slim muslim. He was not a prist, but looked a very well manared person. I thought, just few days back, wordicts about Ayodhaya came out, and this
two different people are heading towards the same destination, that shows how much we human love everthing around us, the gift of life is equally given to everyone, and India
is a nation of unity, this two gentelman showed it!
If that was not enough, at 7 in morning, that muslim guy took a halt and had his namaz like a true muslim, and the hindu prist was still busy with his beeds and praying.
Comming back to the queue, it was very dull and silent, until three beautiful girls came to join us in the queue, wearing there nighty, and loose tops, even though they
were accompnied by two more boys, but the queue was very anxiously waiting to get any possible glimps of those beauties. Suddenly from nowhere this dead queue was
full of energy and fire in it. The door of the office opened at 7:30 and we all sitted inside the big hall for the fight of getting a ticket. At last i got me entry
at 8:08 and got my ticket. You know one thing is very clear, all shades of life are free to watch, and surroounds us, but we often do not take it in account.
This experience of getting an ticket was very intresting,i wish you too to see what is around you.... Go get your reservation !!!

The Breakfast

29/03/2010
Morning 8 am

It’s a very hot morning; nowadays the temperature is already 38 degrees in this early phase of summer. I went to take a small snap of morning walk today (which is probably out of my normal life). I end up at a near restaurant. The area was filled with school kids, smell of tea, different edible things and the smoke and carbon monoxide mixed with CO2, and all kinds of those poisonous elements.
On the last table there was a bunch of 60 year old gentlemen sitting with news paper, two cups of tea, one glass of fresh lime juice and one glass of milk. There was a fifth chair which was booked and adjusted in a space of four. I took my plate of Sambar wada and sat behind there place, keeping me face towards there table.
One old lad was wearing a turban and a silk kurta, next to him was a person with big mustache and a grey track suit, next to him was an uncle having a simple t-shirt and a pant with thick glasses on eyes. I can’t figure out the fourth gentleman. Apart from the man with white turban, no one else able to keep there hair on there head. It shined very gently.
The scene was so routines that every one was aware of what is next to come. With every sip of tea, a news was read, how Harbhajan Singh played last night in IPL match, what’s the magic of Shane Warne in the Cricket field, why India is still poor in education, why the newspaper companies give so much pages in Sunday times, why are natural treasures are not valued so much etc etc etc…
Probably all those talking stuffs were not very different from the news in paper, still when they were chatting, it was more of a topic of discussion, not a matter of lines. Then came the owner of the fifth seat; the man in black t-shirt said- “you are always late, are still so lazy at the age of sixty.”
Everyone in that old table laughed on the comment, and ordered one plate of dhokla with green chatni. The order came in next five minutes. It looked like that; the old bones still have that energy level. They sat there for next 15 minutes and took a walk towards there next destination, may be preparation for the next day morningwalk. I don’t know who were they, they were just five old men sitting on the next table to mine, they might me friends to each other for few months or may be decades, but the time they had every morning is the thing that never let them sleep for ever.
This last phase of there life may be the best they can get, with those friends, with whome they share an hour every morning, chatting, eating, laughing, and waiting for the last one to come…
“No one is immortal…but spending time with friends makes this life full of lovely things for which we can get out of our bed every day…”
I wish everyone to have that flavor of early morning tea with there friends…and coffee or milk or juice or lemonade or water or anything for those who don’t like tea!

We can never justify failure

It is a very obvious question that how many times we really blame our self for our mistakes. If our relation is in vain, we blame our partner, if we choose wrong career, we blame our guardians, if we are not healthy, we blame food, if we are not paid good, we blame our boss, but in all this stuffs where we stand???
Do we really consider our self before us complaint against others? Most probable answer must be NO ! Still today, I find my friends take their time out not to sought out there problems, but to discuss there reasons, and more often , this discussion is concentrated on other people. We can blame, we can regret, we can curse, but can’t justify why we failed. There may be millions and millions excuses for our unsatisfying job, but don’t they really add up to more of that failure. Once a mistake is committed, once we denied the opportunity, once we failed, then it becomes a fact, no matter what excuse we give the loss/failure is done, nothing but the effect will last for ever.
We may try to make other feel that it was not a worthy reason for that loose, but no one has the time to work on it. The only thing that matters is the outcome; the world is becoming more of a statistical one. If our job produces perfect result, our failure is not the part of our legacy. But if we fail, it turns big... It is a perfect way, the universe treats itself. And why not, it’s also correct, if I need to win, I have to do the best, no chance for taking and foot back…
Failures are not meant to feel guilty or sadness…rather meant to adapt and do the unthinkable…do justify your legacy of achievements and leave the bitter past behind otherwise…someday somewhere someone will give a better justification of our failure. And that day we will feel pity for ourselves…and that’s not a good thing to experience… AND I CAN BET ON THAT!