Its a whirlpool

It is sometimes so amusing to realize that the world is woven together. Even if you want that some arbitrary event may not affect you.... ha ha... rest assured... that is not going to happen...

When one person does something that is wrong, the brunt is felt by everybody who even vaguely know her/him. And I am no exception.....

I came across a children's fable which beautifully describes this phenomenon

The Mouse Trap

Once a mouse lived in a mouse-hole of a farmer's house.
He looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package.

What food might this contain? '
The mouse wondered - - -
he was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.
Retreating to the farmyard,
the mouse proclaimed the warning:

There is a mousetrap in the house!
There is a mousetrap in the house!
The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said ,
'Mr.Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it. '

The mouse turned to the pig and told him,
' There is a mousetrap in the house !
There is a mousetrap in the house! '
The pig sympathized, but said, 'I am so very sorry Mr.Mouse, there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers.'

The mouse turned to the cow and said
' There is a mousetrap in the house!
There is a mousetrap in the house! '
The cow said, ' Wow, Mr. Mouse.
I ' m sorry for you, but it's no skin off my nose.'

So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer's mousetrap...alone.

That very night a sound was heard throughout the house -- like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.

The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught.
The snake bit the farmer's wife.
The farmer rushed her to the hospital,
and she returned home with a fever.

Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup,
so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup ' s main ingredient.

But his wife ' s sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock.
To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig.
The farmer ' s wife did not get well; she died.
So many people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.
The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness.

So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it doesn't concern you,
remember ---- when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk.

We are all involved in this journey called life.
We must keep an eye out for one another and make an extra effort to encourage one another.

REMEMBER. . . . . . EACH OF US IS A VITAL THREAD IN ANOTHER PERSON'S TAPESTRY;
OUR LIVES ARE WOVEN TOGETHER FOR A REASON.

And when one strand is pulled into a whirlpool the others cant get detached and say , hey i am not the one caught.... all of them have to drown together.

!!!!THE YO YO GROUP!!!! sahi bollla hu na

We had a great time at PS1 and sap ROX!!!!!!!….its members were, (in alphabetical order) Abhishek, Ankita (thats me), Abhinav, Dhwaj, Shubhanshi, Kshitij. The biggest achievement of the entire ps1 2k8 batch at CFCL has been the launching of the very rare and innovative brand of fund stocks “ the yo yo ”…. The future prospects and the market viability of which we leave to the upcoming PS1 batch to probe into.

Coz we cant include all the ppl in the acknowledgements, we wud like to mention them here.

We wud like to thank the chai wale bhaiya who kept us awake with his amazing teas throughout our stay in the lab tech office.

We wud also like to thank the bus wale bhaiya who drove us all the way 40 kms to n fro kota gadepan, without asking for the coupons even once. Moreover we had to travel from the shuttle bus to use our coupons now n then. ( well the last day that we were traveling he did ask if we had got the bus pass, n our faces blank we told him we will get it tomoro… hehe )

We wud also like to thank Satyanarayan bhaiya, the cab driver who used to give us a roller coaster feel-full ride to and from the hostel not forgetting his typical crash landing (jerky ending).

Also we thank the Transport section for making us wait which seemed like an eternity… so as to make us realize the importance of the depleting fossil fuels.

We wud also like to thank mess wale Tilak and Vasu bhaiya who served us with a shy n shier smile everytime.

We wud also like to thank Mr. Kaushik of the HR dept. who confronted us with the plight of the bachelor employees in CFCL.

We wud also like to thank the canteen wale bhaiya for making us wait at least 30 min so that we cud have more and more fun time together in the canteen.

We wud also like to thank Mr. Bday boy, for making us realize the fun of looking down to someone’s shoes when he is in the wrong uniform.

We wud also like to thank Tayal sir for dealing with us with true Bitsian spirit and treating us with Kota’s krispy kachoris.

We wud also like to thank Bahadur bhaiya, the chaat wala, for keeping us away from all the tasty delicacies every evening for the sake of preparing them properly.

Also we thank Mr. Saxena 1 for giving us a ‘room nikala’ and depriving us of the brilliant room we (girls) had. We (girls) had to spend our lazy afternoons in the stinky rooms of the boys. And ‘the Mr. Saxena 2’ for teaching us the mannerisms of growing up into a very responsible employee ( he was under the impression that we might come and join CFCL in the near future) to make this world a better place to live in. He exclaimed on seeing us with, “this is not a picnic spot”.

Finally we wud also like to thank Sir Arun ( our instructor in-charge) for his amazing laughter which used to set us all laughing :D :D :D :D :D :D (one for each of us)

It is just we or God who wud know how tough it was for us to bid each other farewell. The last day… we spent together, after we collected our stipend, Rs. 2500 each. It was definitely ‘the incident’, as we call it now, that brought us all so close. Abhinav who was the first one to leave, was sitting in the train and looking at us with a blank stare…. We asked him to come out until the train doesn’t move, but he replied that if he came out his eyes wud surely overflow…..

With lots of love …..

PS1 2k8 batch

CFCL, Kota

....the essence of motherhood....

Our house houses a family... other than mine... a family of 2 birds, called "Red-wattled Lapwing" or "titodi" in our indigenous language. the two birds in each season lay eggs n put their heart n soul into the endeavour of making them grow up... alive... making them survive.

These birds nest on land n like the other birds the mother protects and nurtures the eggs n the father guards against predators which r found right at their doorstep n everywhere around, like snakes monkeys n dogs. Its a tougher life for them after their young ones come out of the shell coz then they are mobile n easier for predators to spot.

It so happened that this season they laid four eggs.... all four of them were fortunate enough to survive to see the first site of this beautiful world. But every evening there is the fear of predators... monkeys watching from tree tops, snakes from places u cant even behold, all waiting for an opportunity to attack n take away the little ones.

But whatever it is.... its a great pleasure to see the cute little beings hop here n there in the garden, sometimes trying to hide themselves in the herbs of the kitchen garden n sometimes playing hide n seek with their siblings in the hedges....

That day my family was sitting in the veranda n gazing at this happy family. The 2 birds were guarding their young ones n the little ones hopping here n there in the garden. Suddenly after a while ... we heard squeaks of the 2 adult members of the family, they had started flying vigorously for some reason we could not understand. Then we caught hold of a monkey running n coming towards this happy family. All of us got up n tried to scare the monkey off.. but it eventually took one of the little birds with him. It went n sat on the compound wall n was feasting on its newly caught prey, n the mom n dad birds were continuously chirping loudly and flying atop the monkey.. trying to hurt him... as if they were forcing him to leave their baby alone.....
Mom went that way, n we followed. She said "बड़ा दर्द होता होगा न इस
माँ को... इसके अपने बच्चो को कोई इसी के सामने ....."
The next evening when i came back from PS i got the news that another kid was taken away by an eagle, and two days later the family was nowhere to be found in our premises.....

dreams unfulfilled

It was morning 8 and I was almost there at my PS station.
I had been travelling for over an hour now.
The phone rang ... it was Dhvaj calling, one of my PS mates.
I didnt expect any such call at this time, coz at this time hardly any of my other PS-mates get up. Well I thought may be he is calling to tell us, me n Shubhanshi, that there's not much of work today so it is possible for us to bunk.
But it was for something that left us all stunned.

Just because a brief description of who these people are is necessary before i describe any further, here it goes. Our PS(Practise School) station, CFCL, is a little more than one hour drive from Kota, comprising of 6 Bitsians in PS1 ,namely:
me, Shubhanshi n Dhvaj who are residents of Kota of which the two girls prefer a daily up down, and Kshitij, Abhinav and Abhishek.
5 other PS2 students are also registered.

The call gave us the shocking news..... the news which was in papers the next day.... the news which meant we were 10 Bitsians left on CFCL campus instead of 11 now...

It was all so cheerful the previous day, playing pranks on each other and everyone getting together and pulling shubhanshi's leg for some reason.PS2 was just about to get over ,in fact the PS2 students had the very same day given their last evaluated assignment. Training was getting over in less than 10 days which would make them 'a proud engineer'.
But it had to be a different way... the fateful swimming pool....

Two of his family members came to take him to Hyderabad, their native place, after completing the formalities. They were not his mom n dad... who would have been unable to see their only son lying without movement... the only son they were dreaming for...
that he would be an engineer soon...
and then he would get a sweet salary, his first one and hand it over to his mother.
And when he would be old enough ... he would get a daughter-in-law for them...
who would then give them a new heir to the family.....

but some dreams remain unfulfilled....

The 4 PS2 students shifted to the hostel with the PS1 guys, from the staff quarter that they were allotted earlier. This hopefully would not remind them of the place where he slept, the drawer where he kept his books, the almirah which used to hold his clothes.....
but still it did remind them... of everything that happened...

They hadn't slept for 2 nights... or rather couldn't sleep.

The reading room wont be that lively a place now, but we will try our best to revive it. For the 10 of us... the attitude for life will surely face a change... coz it always takes u through unexpected steep turns...
where u never know where u will end the next moment....
still on track........
or at the foot of the mountain.....