Rain, Rain all the way!

The onset of monsoon in Varanasi is the third week of June every year. We are into it already and the gods are happy too. Today, it rained for the fourth time in the last 10 days and it was a relief to the lasting summer sun. Right now, it’s drizzling outside and I am thinking about going out. I love visiting new places if the weather is favorable. Two days ago, I visited the Methodist Church and St. Mary’s Church, again. I also went to the Bharat Mata Mandir (Mothe India Temple) which is one of its kind in the whole Indian Subcontinent. I completed the book ‘Malgudi Days’ and I will dive into some Hindi literature now, with Premchand’s Gaban being the book.

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In another world, Nian is chatting with somebody over Facebook from some days. He is going mad over someone, another case of online addiction or affection or whatever we can call it. It looks like his first time and he is overexcited about everything. He checks his phone every 10 minutes whether we are sitting in a room or playing Basketball in the night. I personally think this kind of online friendship does not lead to anywhere, it goes on for a month and faded away. Let him be, and see what is waiting next!

The blog was lagging behind due to various reasons and now we are back on track. June 24, 2017, here and we are ready to see some heavy showers and nice days.

Gizmo’s been mad.

The last post was 10 days ago. Am I really losing interesting in this blog and gradually decreasing the blog posts? No, not at all. This is my love, I will take it to my grave. Then?


June 10, 2017- Last Saturday

I was sitting in the library again. I sit there every day. I was working on my laptop, designing the brochure for Diavaswapna. That’s not a handy task, I had to send the completed draft that evening. It was 3 in the afternoon. And Zuke!! Gizmo turned off abruptly. No warning or message and in a second it shuttled off to a blank screen. No battery issue, the charger was plugged in already. Did Gizmo die? Perhaps. I tried everything to revive it and nothing worked. I searched the internet for solutions. I found out the method to Reset HP Notebooks. I tried, removed the battery, charger and assembled them again. No avail. Then in the evening, around 5 PM, I called HP India Customer Support. They asked my name, laptop details and transferred the call to the technical assistance representative. I narrated the entire problem to him. And then, the call disconnected, there is a serious problem on the college campus- Mobile Network. Internet speeds suck, calls drop and voice cracks. We can do nothing. I dialed again, some other person took up, asked my name and followed the same procedure and at last said: “Ok, I am transferring your call to the Technical Assistance”. The new person told me some troubleshooting tricks and asked to do as he tells, “Press Windows+B, then F12” “Press the power button and–“. I looked at my phone, no signal. I dialed again, did all that once again, and followed the troubleshooting instructions. Nothing happened to Gizmo. Then he asked me the laptop’s Serial Number and Product ID. I was in the corridor as in the reading room, the signal is extremely low. I ran to the room, turned Gizmo upside down and read the Serial Key. There was no response from the other end. I looked st my phone-No Signal. I was frustrated. I took the laptop with me, went out in the open and dialed again. Gone through all the same things, then at last when nothing could fix Gizmo, the man on the other side asked for my address. He said they will send an engineer to look into the matter. I started “Room No. 85, S.C. De Hostel—” and the call got disconnected. I dialed again, someone else picked up. Asked the same set of questions and then transferred the call, somebody new this time. I was fed up and said, “I have done all the troubleshooting and I was telling my address to Prabhas(the previous representative) and we got disconnected.” Okay, then he noted my address, lodged a complaint. “The engineer will come and see your laptop in next 2 or 3 business days”.
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The next day was Sunday. The engineer visited me on Tuesday. He opened up Gizmo, had a look at its internal organs and said: “Kidney Failure (Motherboard faulty), it will be replaced.” He ordered a motherboard from the company as Gizmo is in the warranty period. “When will it be replaced?” “Around 3-4 days, you will get a call when the service center will receive the board” He left me dangling with his words. 4 days are too much, I had work to do. All my work stood still for the days, I had nothing to do. I went up to the library and read the news and magazines. I caught myself reading the book ‘Malgudi Days’ in the air conditioned reading hall. It is a great collection of short stories by R.K. Narayan. There was no call till Friday. On Friday, I got a call in the noon, from the service center. The mechanic reached at 2 PM. He was sitting with Gizmo laid on the table with its contents spread out on the table. He closely examined the motherboard and said:

“An IC circuit is burnt out here, this is damage.”
“So, what? I didn’t do anything” I retorted.
“We can’t replace it without approval. First, the company will approve it and then we can replace the board”
He took some photos of the faulty board and packed Gizmo again.
“We will Email the company, the approval will come by tomorrow and I will come ad replace it before tomorrow evening.”
“No, It can’t be, why the God is doing this?” I yelled in my mind.

And Then, he casually pressed the power button, not knowing the magic he was going to perform. GIZMO MIRACURIOUSLY TURNED ON. The boot screen came up, asked for my password. I entered the password and the desktop screen was in front of me. All the files were there. No difference. He shut down and turned it on again. It did. We did this several times to make sure. And it was working all fine. I was stupefied. He left the place and told me to contact again if some problem shows up again.

I am using it right now since Friday and it is just like it was. Looks like Gizmo wanted me to take a week off from all the stress work, so he just slept, slept deep through the last week.

Let the days be like this!

So, the day was adventurous or not? Was it successful in inducing something into my veins or it was all some sort of boasting on a not-too-famous web blog? XD

At 2 PM, after taking bath hastily, I changed clothes, wore jeans for the first time in the last half a month. I have been in college for fifteen days and I was wearing just capris. Yeah, I wore them everywhere, in the campus, in the market, and in the hostel. And T-shirts. That’s why Summers were created by the Almighty. The sole reason why I didn’t wear my favorite burgundy colored Capri is that it was not clean. I HAD to wear Jeans. So, I dressed up and went to Nian’s room. just to ask him if he wants to accompany. I have no problem in traveling alone, in fact, I like it. I love traveling, whether it’s alone or with somebody. Even if he had refused, I wouldn’t have felt anything and would have gone on my own to the place I like. We took an auto to Lanka. And then from Lanka, I asked the driver to drop us at the Varanasi Railway Junction. Oh! We were heading to Shimla. Without tickets and with zero luggage. I wish the last two lines were true. They were not. After half an hour of searching the internet for tourist places in Varanasi, I found out just temples and ghats. All the tourist guide websites just mention the name of every ghat separately to make it a long list of places. Actually, they all are connected, they are a single platform and there is not much to see in this city. Sorry, but it is fun anyway, much or less, it’s awesome. I had finalized a good place out of the 6-7 places I found interesting.

It’s was a long ride to the station. I was sleepy in the taxi and was closing my eyes every now and then. Finally, we were there. And our destination was 1.5 KMs from where we were standing. Nian was looking tired and troubled. And I deliberately said “Man, don’t be like this, I told at the hostel itself, there is no obligation to come with me, I was all fine”. No, I was not indignant, not a bit. I said all this with a laugh. He said nothing. We took another taxi from there as he is against walking, He always is. And I am always on the other side, using my legs as much as I can.


There were messages written on the boundary wall with paint, in Hindi. Messages by the Son of God. He said all the pretty things and were true in this life. We entered the premises through the huge main gate. A great structured building stood in front of us, and in the remaining, green grass.
“I didn’t expect something like this” Nian was being honest this time.
A wide smile spread on my face hearing this. I knew this. The place was grand. And of course, heavenly. 🙂

There were a couple of sandals and slippers kept at the stairs. We put off ours. Spacious and high are the adjectives that would perfectly describe the scene inside the construction. Apparently, there was some work going on, two men were on a high ladder, changing the lights or whatever they were doing.

The red carpet under our feet which started from the stairs and continued all over the chancel’s floor. It was on the podium. On the left, there was the pulpit and in the right, the lectern. And in the center, there was a man. A man crucified to a huge symbol of the god, The Cross. His wrists were nailed to the sides and his left leg was back behind the right one. Both were nailed to the stipe of the Cross. His head hung a little left with a crown of thorns on it. The upper body was naked. It was unusually silent in there as it had been on the Friday of 1st Century Judea.

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The Church I visited Yesterday. 🙂

 

We sat in the pews, on the left side. We looked at the deity in front of us and all around us. There was a family sitting in front of the choir place. And two nuns were sitting on the benches behind them. We sat there for some ten minutes. And in that time what we found out is that if you take gigantic, around 100 feet long knife, and cut the whole building in two halves right from the middle. You will get exact replicas, it was perfectly symmetrical. I have never seen such symmetry. Not just the building, the objects inside it too. The same number of benches in both the left and right pews, the same orientation. The same number of paintings on the walls, facing each other from a distance. There was a clock on the right wall, so there was on the left. There was a switchboard in the left, and an exact same thing on the right. While we were walking, we saw a fire extinguisher just beside the door to the left and there was one on the right side too!!

In the front yard, there were statues depicting the entire story of Jesus’s crucifixion. How he carried the 300 lb wooden artifact on his shoulders and how the Jewish people cried when he was being hanged. One thing we noticed is that on the cross, there were words “I.N.R.I”, the same letters engraved on the cross in the church. I.N.R.I stands for “Iesvs Nazarenvs Rex Ivdaeorvm” which is Latin for “Jesus of Nazareth, the King of the Jews”.

At the back, there was Priest’s house. Built in 1968, te paint on a wall said. The Church was constructed in 1810, by the way. The architectural beauty was a pleasure to my eyes.

After spending about 30 minutes at the godly place, we left. I reached the hostel at around 7 PM. I consider yesterday as a day spent well. The weather was awesome and I visited a place which was lovely. 🙂 Let all the days be like this!
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An Adventure-Inducing Day

It’s around a week when the last post hovered around and you clicked it to read the content. And what it was? Just three paragraphs about how busy my life is? Did you even need to know that?

Every day I wake up at 5. Nian and I head straight to the ADV grounds. Okay, there is a left turn involved but our head is straight. We jog for about half an hour with a speed of 13 Km/hr and 2000 steps. I got Google Fit. 🙂
After that, when we are dripped in sweat and I want to take off my t-shirt, which I can’t, there are a lot of old people strolling with their wives/husbands. We go to the Agricultural farms to treat our eyes with some greenery and our body with some cool breeze. it has now become a ritual, every day, without asking or telling each other, our legs take us to the best part of this university campus. Sitting at the Fishpond for 15 minutes and talking about topics that come naturally like Do ducks sleep? When? is really fun. Then I come back, take bath and do my work. I have a lot to do. To save my laptop from my sweat drops which hang at my chin, I go to the library to work. The air-conditioned hall is a boon given by the God to proles like me. I sat there for not two hours but twelve hours and come back to the hostel at dinner time only. And why am I typing my daily routine today? :\

I woke up at 5:05 A.M today. Nian and I walked out of the hostel, for the grounds. No, I am not telling the whole same thing again. A cool wind embraced us. A perfect weather. Clouds covering the only roof over mankind and were about to rain. We jogged along with praising the weather continuously every once in a while. The weather is still lovely and I am planning to go somewhere. As a tourist. The clouds are still there but didn’t rain a drop. Today is the perfect day for visiting places, called ‘Vantotulux’. This day comes every 2 months in my personal life. XD

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No, that is not a hurricane, just a cloudy day. I’m still alive. 😀

 

 

Let’s have a shower, lunch and I am leaving this four walled labyrinth to go out and have some fun under the gray sky. 🙂 ❤

Wrapped Up!

The days are lovely. It’s been three days since the last time I faced the hard penetrating sunlight. It is gray sky throughout the day and I like it. One can roam in the city and hangout at places. Only if he/she got time in his little hands. I don’t. I have been really busy and the day ends with a wave. I write articles, design for a company and my internship is there too. All in a day’s work. I need some time management tips.

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I wake up at 5 AM, come back after jogging for an hour or so. Take bath, dress up and get to work. My work with Divaswapna is going great. There are only two interns and we have to do everything. Yes, we I manage the content development, design brochures and cards for the company and also some administrative processes. A whole lot of experience. The cloudy weather gave some relief to the heat. Good. 🙂

One thing that is pestering is during the night, insects fly to the room driven by the light. Mostly crickets and they hop around. Yester night, one jumped up to my bed, I was terrified. They look scary. Black. 😐

Adapt. Evolve.

“Only the fittest will survive”- originated from the Darwinian Theory of Evolution, the phrase is right in some way. Today is my fifth day in the new hostel. The past feelings of nostalgia and loneliness are gone. I do not have a hand in it, time has. As the environment changes, humans change and adapt.

I have now accustomed to the new hostel, people, mess and life. Really, I have a little problem with anything around. My day starts 5 and ends at 12 in the night.

Still, Patrick and I converse very less. The sentences are mostly necessary ones. He is that type of person. Maybe he opens with time. Maybe not. I can handle every kind. I’m good with him and things are smoothest. I have a lot of free time here, so I have planned many things. Nofat, the exceptionally skinny guy from Civil Engg. is here, Nian is here. Jordon is here too.


On May 16, 2017 I wrote the poem ‘Touch’ for Seasons of life. I sent its publication news as messages in my WhatsApp groups. A senior replied in the Literary Club group and praised the lines of rhyme. He personally messaged me and asked me to meet him. The day before tomorrow, I was in his room. 9PM.
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“It’s  been around a year writing poems” he said.
I already had some idea that he is interested in writing, that’s why he called me to meet. He showed me his poems and asked for a review. His last year ended in college, he will leave next month. The one hour conversation we had, told me that he is a nice guy. No arrogance or something, he asked me for reviews and said that I write very well. When I was leaving, he made an offer. “Let’s  write a poem together, we will be great. A mature one”
I never wrote anything with somebody. There was no reason to refuse. I write poems but a collaboration will do no harm. He was excited. I agreed. I will go to him today probably. Let’s see what gets born with minds put together to work. Haha.  🙂

Home is where the heart is.

It’s been two days since I landed back again in Varanasi. I left for college on 20th May and reached the destination the next day. I booked the train ticket on 11th May and the waitlist was WL48. One can say that it is tough to get a ticket confirmed which is on the half-century’s number. I wished it didn’t confirm, so I could stay at home one day longer. But what we want rarely happens. It got cleared and I boarded the same train.

—May 21, 2017—1:00 PM
I got off from the train, took a taxi and came to the university. Bozo was staying in the college. To get a room allotted in the hostel, two people were needed. No single rooms were available. Bozo had come back early and he needed a roommate. So, god bless him, he paid my old hostel’s mess dues, paid the new hostel fees, completed the formalities and got a room allotted. All this before I reached there. I reached the hostel’s gate. Just one problem. I didn’t know the room number. I dialed his number. Bozo’s phone was off. 10 minutes later, still his phone was switched off. I asked the guard. He had no idea who lives in which room. Neither expected from him. I was already sad leaving the home and now I don’t have anywhere to go. It was hot out there, I wanted to relax on a bed and drink some cold juice. Okay, water. But nothing came to my rescue. I sat at the door on the chairs beside the guard. What could I do?
My mind flooded with a dozen thoughts at the same time- “Take a walk around. Look into all the rooms, check every room. You will find it.” The next was “But checking the whole hostel…it will take more than an hour and also there are seniors staying in the hostel.” More like these “Sit here. Wait, you will see somebody familiar, who will get you to the room.”

Then, I stood up and walked to the desk. There is an In-Out Register maintained at each hostel in which you have to enter your name and details if you leave the hostel after the permitted time in the night. I opened the last page and went through the last two days entries. And there was one with the same name. Let’s check the phone number. They matched! Cool. I went to the room and found Bozo sleeping. He opened his red eyes. I put down my bags there. The room was burning.

That evening, I was just roaming in the hostel. Checking the tall palm and mango trees. Yes, there is a garden in the center of the hostel, the hostel is square in shape if you see it from a helicopter. The place was new. There are very few people whom I know. To be precise, only one. Summer is on the peak, it’s hot out there. When I am jobless, that too in a new place, I miss home. I had nothing to do. I didn’t want to live there. I wanted to be home. I wanted to lie in front of the cooler all day long, I didn’t care about the water in the cooler. It was always filled, I was taken care of. I wanted to sit on the roof with Mom. I was homesick. Very much, after a long time. It was like the first time like I had come for the very first time to live in a hostel with people I don’t know. Last time, this happened in July 2016, the early days when the college life started. I remembered those days, I used to just sit and think about home and then called Mom. The memories made me more nostalgic. I also missed the old hostel. It was the second home. I had friends there, my room was my home. One year is enough. I missed the fun I had with Walter, Jordon and all the other people there.
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—May 22, 2017—
I woke up at 6 AM. I stepped out of the room. A nice weather welcomed me. The sun was behind the gray clouds. No sunlight. Just as I like it. I was made a little cheery by the skies. I went on to the roof. A spacious roof with no one around. And a cool breeze blowing. The trees were swaying in the gentle breeze, I could hear the leaves rubbing. There was a chair. I wonder who had brought it? There were some empty glass bottles. I got the answer. The bottles were quite old. I sat there and unbuttoned the first three buttons of my shirt. I called Mom. I sat there for an hour. I had to reach Madhuban at 9. Madhuban is a garden in the campus with a Nescafe. I had never visited it though. It was a meeting fixed regarding my Internship with Divaswapna. The representative from the company had asked me and the other Intern to meet there. Believing in the nice nature, I decided to walk all the 2 KM way to the garden.

I shifted my luggage and belongings from the old hostel to the new place yesterday evening. It was better after everything was arranged. But still half of me wanted to be at home and if in college, I wanted to live at the same old S.N. Bose hostel with all those buddies.

—May 23, 2017—5:45 PM

5:45 is the present time. Now, there are few more people whom I know. To be precise, three. I can go to their room, talk or chill. I m living with a guy from civil. I don’t know him. He is a reserved boy unlike me. He talks on necessary occasions. Very less. It’s been a day and we have exchanged hardly 8-9 sentences. Just purposeful conversation like “I am going out, lock the room if you go somewhere” and “Give me that charger”. Nothing else. I thought about how I yelled at Walter every 15 minutes and got the same in response. Anyway, let’s see what unfolds in these two months. Then, I again have to move to new hostel for the second year.

Over.

What’s that one word title. Should I use an interesting title for a blog post which says my vacations are over? No. 😦

Today is 20th May and probably I will be leaving for college today’s evening. My train ticket is till on waitlist WL 14. I want it to get confirmed. Right now, I am relaxing on the bed, surfing the internet. I don’t need to do any packing. I got only one bag. Watched a Justice League animated film yesterday, Woah, it was nice. What a good movie picked I am!!

We got an Email form the institute which the Training and Placement cell got from THE Indian Economist. TIE is an online magazine about technology, business, culture and life. The reviews were great. It is looking for Writing Program Analysts (this is their term for writers, I think :P) who can write crisp articles for the magazine. No dubiety state, I applied straight away. Got back the mail telling me the brief about the job. 😀 I was happy. But I am already so occupied that I cannot take up another job. I have this blog, poems’ place and then…..So, to avoid any mismanagement of time, I have to drop this offer. It’s better to tell early rather than failing to be on your words later.
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Anyway, let’s wait for the train. I am coming, Varanasi. 🙂

Movies, Writings, Blog and more…

I am home for the summer. Today’s May 17 and I have just three days more to be at home. Yes, I am going back early. I have an internship at Varnasi. I wanted my summers to be productive, uber productive.
The day before yesterday, I watched the movie ‘American Sniper’. This is not a movie review blog but I’m gonna do it. The movie was G.R.E.A.T. It revolves around the life of SEAL (Sea, Air and Land) member-Chris Kyle. He was an award winning sniper, an asset to the Navy. The film is based on his autobiography of the same name. The story- compelling and awesome. It gives you an view of a militaryman’s life. How he lives, his marriage and family. It is an recommended movie. There is no high end action but it makes you stick to your seat.
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Then, I was writing with loud music on the speakers. Yesterday, I started the movie ‘The Silence of the Lambs’. Again, this movie is going amazing in terms of storyline. A thriller clip.
At home, either I am watching a good movie, writing stuff (with loud music), eating or sleeping. That’s all.

Vacations, Are you there?

Everybody needs a break once in a while from what they are doing. Whether it’s a job, hobby, sleeping or nothing. Yes, people need breaks from doing nothing. What do you think of when the word ‘break’ is muttered or shouted before you. Tell me, what comes to your never working old rusty empty bloodless grey brain when it hears ‘break’? And what about ‘break up’? Oh, sorry if it really does make sense to you. Because the latter is not for me. 😛

Okay, taking a break can mean different things to different homo-sapiens. It can be a short walk in that park, a cup of coffee after long hours of work, checking FB, a long walk in that park, a cup of coffee after some work, checking FB second time, a not-so-long-not-so-short walk in the same park, a cup of coffee after no work, checking FB a third….OK, forgive me. It can be anything. What about longer breaks? Are you thinking of cruising off to some remote islands? If you are, you are thinking too much. Longer breaks here point towards Vacations. ‘Vacations are usually spent with family/friends, for the purpose of recreation’. For a student living in another city, Vacations are meant to be spent at home. Because home is…HOME.
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The eyes aching because of laptop screens, mobile screens, sunscreens and every other kind of screen suddenly start dreaming about long sleepy nights, comfy bed and a air cooled room. But what when the dream doesn’t come true?
“Wake up, it’s 8 already” Why mom shouts when it is only 7:58?
You are not permitted to sleep.
“Go and get a back cover for my mobile, the old one is damaged.”
“Call the mechanic, the fan is not working properly”
“We will go shopping today” (Shopping for curtains and tea cups)
“Go and get a haircut, you look shabby”
And without counting the days, you find yourself standing at the railway platform waiting for your train to arrive and take you back to the place. Vacations over. Hey, were they there anyway?


Right now, I am in the mid of my holidays and feeling the same way. I am asking out “Hey, Vacations, are you there?”