The movie "Taare Zameen Par" was a touching one...Aint this right???? The way the movie proceeded really made me also think about my life...The past, the present....I could find there's an Ishaan Awasthi present there in me too....I know you guys might have also felt the same, but not sure which part reflected your life....Anyways i'm not going to get the details of what the movie was all about and all...But there was an instant when i felt the importance of the love and the expressions of love....The way you expresses your love....

The first question to you...."Have you ever been touched...By love".....The way this phrase can be interpreted depends person to person and family to family. There are families where love is a matter of something "not to be shown in public"....And there are families where if you have to show your love then you should be in touch.....The touch means in simple ways : When your kid is struggling with his studies or when he failed in one or two subjects, what you usually does...The most common middle class family scares the kid by shouting and beating him.....But have you ever cared to go to him and hold him in your arms and keep him to your chest and ask him "what happened my dear"....He might have failed in an exam this time....but have you ever tried yourself protecting your kid by doing anything like this???? This cant be done for a middle class family....The thing is that they believe if you show 'sympathy' to your kid, he might become a spoiled brat.....The future of the kid has already been written in the minds and brains of his parents...He should be send to the best of all schools in the area, he should be the rank 1 in the school, if not at least rank 10....nothing below that can be tolerated....Again its not the end of the dreams, it continues till he's all secure with a professional job (only two options in the modern world 1.Doctor with an MD and 2. Engineer, preferably software engineer)...For that he is put into the rigorous tests, coaching, tuitions....Now if all those helps him to become a professional all well and good for him...Else his days are screwed up for sure....It literally means that if the kid is not living upto the expectations (the expectations are the dreams and desires put forth by his parents) he's going to get a status of "spoiled brat".....Are we doing justice my dear parents??? Have you ever tried to get into the skill sets of your own kid....Have you ever asked him/her what her ambition is??? Have you ever tried to ask yourself what if he wont be able to take up the big challenges of your dreams??? And if he's not able to take them up what is the alternative...Think my dear parents...think....This is the only time you'll be able to think...Once your kid is out of his dilemma he will blame you through out his life for not achieving what he was capable of....Trying to pursue his parents dreams why he ruined himself....Are we not giving him/her the right to live his/her life???? Are we trying to impose something forcibly on the kid???? What should be done???? Are there any means how to find the talents within your kid???? See my dear even i'm not having an answer to this question...But i could only say one thing that if you are not able to figure out the right thing at the right point of time your kid will definitely become a spoiled brat - in a real sense....So its an art to be mastered to act sensibly....

I was deviating from my topic of ever been touched by love....But was not able to hold off from revealing a matter of fact for the modern world of engineer and doctor aspirants (oh forgot to tell that today even this is not the end of the days...the days become secured only after you are securing an MBA - Mediocre But Arrogant- this is taken from a renowned book-I loved that full version)..... The kids always gets to a kind of dilemma when they are not treated well during times...That happens when the other kids are compared to them....Always the kids are smart....And they figures out what they are capable of....The smart kids always makes the majority....So to make the majority happy is a very difficult thing to achieve....Whenever there are problems kids usually turns up to their parents....But when they finds that their parents are not of much help, where should they run to get the relief???? Its a usual happening that encounters with all the kids...Then they will get prone to get the kind of relief they get from some one else.....The kids who usually tends to fall in love at an early stage of their life might be a victim of such a lack of love they received from their parents and family...They finds the comfort that the other person who gives them at the right time in the right manor....That might not be right for someone else, but the very right thing for the kid....So my dear if you have never thought of these kind of things, its time for you to think about this,....The feel of love by means of a touch on his head, holding his hands for a while, keeping him close to his chest, and letting him grieve once he's with you will never allow your kid to move away from you...To love is the easiest thing, even easier than hating someone...But to love by touching some one is a courageous act to be done....So my dear try to touch your kids while you try to express your love to them....

The office hours are different for all we roomies....Four of us have got different timings to go to office...But sometimes one or two leaves together....That day i left for office with one of my roomie, Vikas....So there was one more left in the room, Narotham.....So we had seen him sound asleep when we left the place....

I was having some food in the Cafeteria, when Vikas called me up and told me that he got a call from some guy that Narotham is stuck inside the bathroom......He told me on phone that he's in an important meeting and could i go and check what happened to our hero.....So i hurried with my food and left for home in 10 mins.....So on the way there were mixed thoughts coming up in my mind....What the Motta saala had done.....Or whether he got drowsy while taking bath...Or else whether someone was bluffing us.....Any ways i'm on my way home....So lets go and check out what is happening.....

As i reached the flat, our security came and asked me "Narotham is your roommate right???"...I knew BOSS there's something smelling around....So i told him that i' his roomie....So he told me there's nothing to worry....I was murmering to myself why the hell he's trying to console me....Something wrong happened??? Is dat so serious????? Oh man...Its a difficult situaion.....
So i asked him "Bhai please do tell me what happened to him clearly"....He started like this "Actually i was sitting here and reading the news paper........and so on.....I rushed for the lift...As i was rushing towards the lift door the security was running beside me without a stop to his "Blah blah blah".......So even in de life he was asking me something and i was listening to something else....So at last i reached the flat door....

Opening the flat i called out loudly "Narooooo".....There was no response...Oh shit....what's he doing there.....So i went near to the bathroom door and again called out "Narooooo"....This time there was a response..."Yes....I'm stuck in the bath...Please do put that Lock pin inside the grove, else i'll get fried inside...."....Oh man that was a relief for me.....i put the pin back inside the grove and our hero came out, seemed he was taking bath for more than 2 hours.....

Then i asked him to tell the story and he started like this "Fu*K......I went inside and tried to lock the door and the pin went out....Tried pulling it in again sing some thing i got from inside but in vain, the pin went inside the room....So no hope of getting out now....So wot to do.......Tried to pull out the ventilation glass panes....Got them out and tried to yell out....Saw one aunty coming out for drying some clothes....But i was ashamed to call that aunty....hehehehe...So i thought of waiting for some one else to come out....At last an Uncle in Red shirt came out of his flat to the balcony....So I started to yell out...But the man in red shirt seemed to be not at all interested in his yells.....I thought he might have misunderstood that i was yelling out to some one else....So i ccalled out "UNCLE IN RED SHIRT"....So this time he heard my yell....So he looked up and i told him that i'm stuck in the bathroom....So he wanted to know the story..."Beta how did you got stuck in the bath??????Oh man that is really frustrating....I'm getting fried inside and he wants to know the story....I yelled out "please do call the security.....So he realised the seriousness and went running out of his home....I felt a bit relief.....He came back with the security...The firat question he asked me was "Beta how did you got stuck in the bath....Oh F**k....The same old question...I told him straight away please do call this num and tell him to come and get me out of this hell.......So he took the number and went to call Vikas......

The security while calling asked Vikas " Sir, do you stay at Mulund"....VIkas thought "who the hell is he asking me whether i'm staying in Mulund..." straight away he disconnected the call.... Again the security called and told " Sir, you stay at Mulund with your brother right???? your brother is stcuk inside the Bath....Please do come and get him out..."....Vikas had mixed thoughts in his mind....."Who the hell is he callin and asking if he stays at Mulund with a superstitious brother with him...."....Any way our heros Bihari brains worked then...He tried to call up Narotham on his cell phone... but no one picked the phone..So he came to decision "There is some problem".....Straight away called me and asked me to go to flat and get Naro out of there.....

This is not a bluff....All the characters in this journal are purely fictitious and any resemblance with any living soul, its purely coincidental..

As part of modernisation our office introduced a new type of "Swiping system" at the meal counters. At first we thought it might be a real good one...But as time passed could understand that for the new card we have to wait for two months...So for two months pay from our salary for food.....Although a 1000 bucks was deducted from salary every month that went into the meal allowance. So for two months 2000 bucks in dead state....Everyone was feeling bad...But wot to do, no option was left...But my clever friends found a new way....As everyone of us were in a similar state "No mOney - still surviving and starving for the month end - awaiting salary", no one was so much interested in spending so much in fooding at office....Earlier when we had our food coupons with us we used to have the "royal" food....But now we're behaving like as if we're living below the Ultra poverty line.....And that is a truth...

So now there became a necessity to implement a new method so that our money spend on food could be made a bit lower....So thinking and thinking and still thinking - but in vain....All of a sudden one of our heroes came up with a good but hard to implement idea..."Not to give the food tockens and keep it for next time"...So we thought of trying it once....Oh man the scene was set...Every one was waiting for someone to take up the initiative...So our hero himself took it up.....

At the counter where we have to give the money hero paid for 40 in cash - hard cash...Took the food coupon....went to the guy who usually gets the food from the Kitchen upon order....Loittered there for a while as usual....After some time asked the guy "Where's my Chicken Tikka that i had ordered"..."Its been 15 minutes i'd been waiting"...But everything was in a very polite manner....So the guy was confused...He went in and got a plate of chicken Tikka from the kitchen....Oh god it is working.....So there it is....At last a new means for good food and "Royal" food.....Thank god you are great.....

So the next time he just went there and took a plate of Sweets that was kept there...no one ever asked coz they were confused....So it followed for a long time....Whenever felt of having good food...went straight away and waited for a while then did the same.....

Oh God....You are really great...You heard our prayers....

The wonderful college days again into the frames.......The classroom, as usual, everybody at the last rows were deep interested at their sleeping process while people at the front rows were struggling to keep their eyes open.....I was not a regular back bencher though, but being a Mechanical Engineering student even i enjoyed the freeking sitting at the back bench....But that day i chose to sit in the front row leaving my regular 3rd row seat....I have no words to say how interesting the classes were like....Dats the only reason why my friends were all busy engaged in their sleep.....I was not having the habit of sleeping in the class (Its a truth ;)).

The class was going boring as usual and being the last hour, i was in deep thoughts about the strategy to be followed for the evening football match.....Then all of a sudden i could feel something struck on my head...i could find that it was a paper ball shot fro the back bench....That was not a new thing...But the lecturer being in the class, i was in a damn bad position to fire back...Just imagine sitting in the front row and firing a paper ball back at the back benchers....What would be the consequenses...i could just feel the heat....So i gave up the very idea to fire back against them, literally kind of a surrender.....But again i was fired from back....Even though i tried to fireback at the great guy (my roommate) who had thrown the ball at me, it went in vain....He was well prepared for a duck from my throws....So that continued for a while....i mean 3 to four times after that he fired at me, and i tried to hit him but in vain.....

After that i was not in a mood to get hit by the throws....So i stood up and tried to throw a ball at my friend.....Oh my god that was a wrong time to throw a ball.....The lecturer was writing something on the screen while i had stood up...but suddenly hearing some voice he looked back and could find that me standing in the front row and my hands raised and aiming at my friend for a clean throw.....Just imagine what could have happened....But nothing serious happened....he just asked me to go out of the class.....For the first time in my Engineering college years i was shot out of class by a lecturer...But i had no hard feeelings for him....I was walking out of the classroom and then of a shock i saw my Papa coming up the stairs...I was standing just in front of him got shot out from my classroom.....I was speechless....Couldnt tell him what happenend....Couldnt had the words to explain him what was the real thing....By that time the lectur was over and my hero lecturer came out of the class...i thought i was going to get fired at that moment...but he came out and told my father...."your son had done a small mischief in the class room, I know he was not deleberately going for that. but still he was throwing a paper ball at his class mate in between the lecture." Hearing this i thought my papa might give a bang at me at that very moment....But for my surprise he laughed and asked my lecturer "Was that boy who he had thrown the ball hurt"......Oh my god....That was a huge relief....You know even the lecturer stood there with his mouth open.....So i told my lecturer "Sir excuse us, i'm taking my father to meet the Principal".....

That was the first and last time i was shot out of class by a lecturer, that i could remember......

Friends this is a real life story that took place while i was there in my college.....But fortunately or unfortunately i was not there while the instance took place.....

One of my friend at college had a habit of saying something in between just for the sake of catching attention of others...Once he went to one of my college mate's house for some function....At his place our hero was very well mannered and well spoken and even acted to be pretty serious at his behaviours and also did entertain everyone with his splendid jokes and all.... My friend who took him home had given an intro to his parents about our hero earlier, so that his parents wont have a surprise when he cracks something unusual.... But his parents were well moved by our hero's performance at that night, and caught my friend and asked him why he was telling all those thins about him....My friend was a bit curious "Why our hero is not getting into his real action".....But he was optimistic and kept his cool....But he was disappointed as our hero went to sleep without a single moment of glorification....

The next day morning my friend had to go to church and so he asked our hero to go with him....His parents were also there inside the car....As they started for the church my friend who drove the car was talking about some happenings at his native place, at which our hero was not able to comment anything....Later he asked my friend to put on some music....My friend then put on some CD and the song "Mujhe Rang de Mujhe Rang de" started to play.....Our hero was not able to control his desperation for not talking for a long 5 minutes.....He told my friend's mom "Aunty, do you know that this song is the NATIONAL ANTHEM of an egineering college near my home".......

Hearing this my friend who was driving the car was not able to control his laugh and almost went under a Truck.....Later he was telling "I came to know how dangerous a dialogue like that could be"....So reaching back home my friend asked his parents "So how is he?????, want to stay with the same opinion or have changed it?????"

Determination-----I was thinking about this determination thing from yesterday..... I was thinking and kind of self evaluating the determination smarty thing....I started to think about this only because yesterday while i was walking down the stairs along with my friends for taking a quick puff out from office, one of my friend asked me "So now you have started studying for GMAT".... Oh i felt really proud, at least he knows dat i'm a bit serious now....but the next moment he told me "So what about your gym"....Actually i had been working out for the last three weeks regularly and as of now i havent gone to gym for the last one week or so...It striked me....But he was not in a mood to harass me or demotivate me...He just made a plain example in front of me...."See i realised i'm not a DETERMINED one while i was studying in 12th, parents wanted me to attend for IIT entrance coaching but i realised i'm not meant for that and started doing what i liked about"....

Oh boy that was more than enough for me....I became a bit careful for atleast an hour or so....I started thinking, how many things i had started but not completed....What was the reason behind all those...Was that due to lack of interest in doing it, was that due to something coming in between more important than that, Was it cos of lack of time.....I was struggling to find a clear answer....But see i'm now convinced the only answer for this is "I'm a damn not determined guy"......So thats the end of the story.....But should that be an end.....I've only lived a life of 23 years....There is plenty of time lying in front of me....Am i doing justice to the one who had send me out here for performing something that was decided about....Oh boy i've started thinking at least....Having getting advice from everywhere, with an attitude of who cares, kicked out all those....Now thinking is this a right way to live....So tell me what should i do....I know...."Determination" is the only answer....but how could i develop that thing...."Trying to find an answer for this question"....Dont know if i'll be able to find the answer to this question in the near future.....

The life has got several junctures where we realize “How lucky we’re”….Such an occasion brings about lots of joy and also a feel of guilt for your deeds….These mixed emotions are humane….Even I had the feel, not once but many a times….These instances really makes you sit and think about your life, how lucky you are to have such a good life - with your parents by your side to care for you, your teachers by your side to teach you lessons, your friends by your side to console you and to make merry around with you, your colleagues by your side to share your work – Aint you feeling lucky to have all these people around you….I’m feeling so…..I’m feeling lucky enough to have all these people by my side to share all my mixed emotions…..

Think about people who don’t have these charms in their life….For some of them, Once they were born they were thrown into the darkness….For some others once they became old enough they were sent for work instead of schools….For some others they had no one to call father……For some others they were treated like mere servants by their step mother or father…..Now what do you think….Are they not worthy to be treated like we people…..Have they done anything wrong coz of which they are suffering like this….Are they some where lagging in something that we are far ahead with….Think my friends…think…

Thanks Alka for getting me into the activities of “Muskaan”…..The one and only social activity group of our Mumbai Accenture….Fully run and controlled by Accenture Employees…..I’m proud to be a part of our “Muskaan”….And I believe all the other members will be feeling the exact same and similar……

As a part of our Muskaan activity, we had a visit to “SHARNAM”, at Matunga….The first time I entered the place I was really surprised to see that the young girls were taken care of very well and good…. The place had some magical thing to do with me…I didn’t realize that I was emotionally getting attached to that place….We had gone there to give the children some books, snacks and some stationaries….. And as a token of love they performed dance in front of us….I was not able to take my breath for a while….What I saw was a masterpiece performance by the kids….we were not having enough words to appreciate the kids for what they had just done in front of us…..I think these are some of the moments I treasure in my mind….And I was curious to know “How these kids were trained”….And I had a chat with the lady who took care of these kids, and from her I came to know that the kids were given dance training by the famous “Shamur” and that too with out any pay…Hats off to you Shamur……See if there was no one to take care of them and to get them trained, how could they get such a good training…. The people who are behind the Sharnam, you people really have a place in hundreds of hearts……

I’m a regular viewer of Boogie Woogie in Sony TV….The kids of Sharnam got a chance to perform at this show….That was mind blowing to watch the kids on the TV show….Later at the end of the show, the kids were asked how they got into “Sharnam”…I don’t want to say all those stories in front of you…I know that along with me my roommates too were deeply moved by those words….Some words that were worth to be heard….And realized being kids how much they have struggled, how much pain they have took, how much they had to pay in their life….Those words are echoing in my ears even now….so friends what I asked you in the beginning “Do you feel lucky enough to live a life like this”….If you feel your answer is “No” then you have to visit the “Sharnam” to judge again “if you are lucky or not…If you have an answer “Yes” then you could visit “Sharnam” to see how lucky you are”…..

Mumbai Part 2


So where did we end up last time....Oh yes me at Thane.....

Thane was a real good place to stay....Got a really good flat to stay after a long struggle....We had to vacate the Company guest house on 18th of SEP 2006, and till 15th of SEP we were not having a place to stay....Oh god have to vacate the guesthouse in 2 days nd not yet got a place to stay...Think about our dilemma....Anyways i had a cool roommate who was ice cold even at this point of time...Actually i felt really angry at him at that point of time...But as time passed i understood how good he was 'being cool during those times'....At last on the D-day we got the flat in our hands...The fruit of a hard labour.....Now the hectic task of getting all the house hold stuff began....After the hectic training - oh I’ll come to our training in the coming sessions - we felt we were good for nothing feel....but still strived....Struggled and found that hard to survive still survived....

That was the Thane part.....

Now coming to a much interesting part how my friends went for exploring the notorious "Red Streets" of Mumbai....One fine Saturday morning three of ma room mates had the feel to go out for outing....Finding that there was internet at home and also one of my friend was not willing to go out even i too decided to stay back home....And that was a pretty boring day for us...And as time progressed there was no news from my roommates who had gone for Mumbai Darshan.....And we hardly knew where they had gone...Tried calling all the three, but in vain....So we were waiting for them to come home....At last after around 12:30 in de night the three of them came....All of them seemed to be so tired like coming after ploughing the field...And we asked them anything new happened in Mumbai central....All the three were not speaking a word...So there we got pissed....So started bugging all the three....And at last one of them opened his mouth and told...Yaar please promise that you wont tell this to anyone....We made the promise as usual....The story unfolded....

The three of them went to Marine lines...And after reaching there the three of them were bored....And after seeing all those hot chicks and guys all engaged in hot stuffs (At that time the Mumbai city Police had not started the check on immoral activities in public, so people were madly engaged in what authorities say 'immoral activities') our heroes all were desperately in search for some relief...but couldn’t find anyone to satisfy.....So one of them came up with a brilliant idea...Lets get to the "RED STREETS" of Mumbai.....but the other two were a bit nervous first but later were convinced there's nothing wrong in going to that place....So got into a cab (Paisa was not a problem as salary had reached only a few days back).....Guys just imagine three nervous first timers sitting in a cab and fighting each other who will ask the cabbie to take them to the well known Kaamathipura - renownly known as the RED STREETS …. At last one of them told the cabbie to please take them to the desired place…..But to their surprise the cabbie had no change in his expressions….So that gave our heroes confidence “We’re not doing anything wrong – Ain’t us?????”


So the cab went past the Marine lanes our heroes hearts pounded and trembled like the church bells during Easter day……At last the heroes were given a royal welcome there at the entrance of “KAAMATHIPURA”……A huge crowd was there at the doors of the cab…..Oh my god – are these people seeing the cab for the first time….Such well dressed and handsome guys inside the cab were thinking we’re at some place special….And we are treated special……As they came out of the cab, people (generally known as Dalla’s) were struggling each other to get the kind attention of their so called “Heroes”….They were getting into fights in between for getting the heroes attention…”Sir I have got a 16 year old”, “Sir I’ve got different tastes for you like – Telugu, Kannadiga, Marathi, Bihari, Bengali, Malayaali…….” Oh my god listening to the last word that came from him “Malayaali” one of our hero’s heart began to fumble and tumble……he told the others “Guys lets ask him the rates”…..The others had got pissed already….they told him “We’re not going to check any rates and all, we’re going out….”. he was not in a mood to give up…Again gave his philosophy “After coming to this place at least we should ask for the rates”…..Hearing this one of our friends some how slipped out of the crowd and moved out of sight….Lucky him he got into a restaurant to hide….And some how managed to get back to a place where he felt he was safe from “Dalla’s”…..

And now there left only two….Decided to try their luck they went ahead and started to talk tone of the Dalla’s in Hindi….As soon as they started to talk in hindi the dalla replied “Sir please be comfortable – you can talk to me in Malayalam---I knows several languages and Malayalam is only one of them”….Oh god our heroes became so happy that they wont be compelled to use Hindi anymore… they felt at least they could express their feelings in the right tone and right mood….So they started to ask him…”Tell us what is the usual rate?”. Hearing this our dalla got a chance….So he told all other dallas who were there bugging our heroes “yeh hamara aadmi hain…Sab log jao..Ab kaam ho jayega”…..So he took our heroes to a corner….But our heroes were fast exploring the beauty of the nature (I believe you got what I meant)…. Not even listening to the Dalla….At last they were taken to a corner where no one else was there…So our Dalla now took the role of hero….”So how much paisa you guys have in your pocket???”…Our heroes were literally shaking by now….They some how replied with great confidence “We have got enough money”…”Then pay me 2000 now and then pay the rest of the amount after the job is done”…now you could guess what our heroes might have told him…”Okay we don’t want that much expensive ones, anything cheap”….Our Dalla got angry “ Yeh kya majaak kar rahe hain kya thum log….Rate itna hi hain ab aaye tho kaam khatham karke chale jaaa”….One of our heroes blood started rushing into his vains…He caught the dalla by his collar…..Oh god what he has done….There came rushing 10-20 people to the place and caught our heores and took them to a room…..

As per their description there were around 20- 30 girls in the room…..Now the dallas asked our heroes “is main se koi ek ke saath room pe jaao aur kaam hone ke baad bulao”…heroes started crying and pleading “Please take the money but leave us alone”…Dallas told “Its against principles”…..Oh my god our heroes are at really wrong place…..So at last one of our heroes decided its of no use in crying and begging…So he decided not to waste time…..He took one of them and went in …..The other guy was literally outspoken….he was thinking “What the hell he’s upto”….Once he entered the room our hero started to beg to the girl to leave him alone….And she replied him that its not possible….After a long debate he convinced her that he was there by mistake,…And as he came out like a hero al smiling the other guy was shaken…he asked him “What the hell did you do”…he told him “had a great time inside”……Oh nooo…now what to do…Now the Dalla came and told the guys they could leave after giving him 3000 rupees….Now our hero again started to talk “We don’t have enough money with us”…The dalla was smart enough to tell him “Do one thing - leave your mobile watch and dresses here and get money from some where”. Luckily they had enough money with them to save them and get them out of there without loosing any credit cards or valuables…..

After getting out of the place they were running hard to get out of the so called “KAAMATHIPURA”….After reaching a place where they found they were safe out from the hands of Dalla’s, they made a call to the third one…He answered and told him that he’s back there at Marine lanes waiting for them….They begged him to comeback to the place to get them back home, as they were not having any money with them……

Its ma Kerala......See the beauty....

Mumbai.....I've been a part of this magical city for more than a years time.....Its a very short time to become a real hardcore Mumbaikar......But the richness and the fragrance that has given to my life is something always to be remembered and unforgettable....

Mumbai had been a real mystery and above all i had a real dreadful feeling of the city during my childhood.....Having seen the horrible bombblasts in the various news channels, the only feel that came into mind about Mumbai was "How people could live there with a peaceful mind"........But later being a college student the pictures of mumbai began to change a lot....As the age progresses the mind too matures.....And the maturity levels are not to be meant for any kind of limitations.......Go beyond your limitations - That was the slogan during the college days......So did the colourful picture of Mumbai contained the various colourful factors like - the actresses [no care for actors], Cricketers, Models, Cars [modelled ones], Bikes, Night life, parties, the list is not going to end.....As a teenager i dont find it too bad to have a colourful dream to get to Mumbai.....But being from a conservative town Mumbai was a dream beyond expectations...... So after college Bangalore was the hot target for me to get settled......

As the offer letter from Accenture was given i was asked " Are you ready to relocate"...I boldly said "Yes" out of the fear - if i say a no wether the interviewer might change his mind.....That was the best decision i had ever made....So after the results came i was given a joining date of SEP 06 2006 and for my surprise the place of joining was MUMBAI..... Oh god where am i getting into.....I could feel the fear my mom had in her mind....It was clearly visible as she asked me "Are you sure they told you to join at Mumbai".......But then my papa told me "Its good to have an exposure"....That gave me courage to get to the mad city of Mumbai.....I boarded the flight for Mumbai.....


On SEP  05 2006 I became a part of the great Mumbai......I was greeted by a taxi driver...."Sir kahan jaana hain aapko"....Being a real novice of Hindi language i told him very politely "Main Mumbai pehle baar aaya hoon....Mujhe yeh address pe chodo"....I dont know how i managed to get those words......Even though the taxi walla seemed to be a pretty ordinary guy, he was one among the Mumbai's taxi drivers.....Had that blood in him and he showed the real bloodiness when i reached the company guest house....From CS International Airport to Chembur he charged me a damn mere 800 Rupees......Out of a blue i was struck on head wid a hammer......At that time i started thinking why i came to this place...."Bangalore was fit nd good for me"......But still got the boost to fight.....

From there my fight started.....I started to explore Mumbai.....Company had a policy of giving guesthouse for only 15 days...new to the city and to find a place for stay in 15 short days....Aint that short period.....But started to search....Finally wid god's grace got into a flat at Thane.....Didnt cared for how long i had to travel daily...didnt cared if i could get everything near to my flat....the only thing that concerned me was "I need a place to stay"......

To be continued..........