The Tale of Two Seats...

The two place on which my bum rests the most play a very significant part in my life and that too in a contradictory manner.... 

The first one is the seat on which I want to spend the least amount of time in a day i.e my bus seat (I generally sit at the same seat everyday in the bus in the morning and another one in the evening) but its the one which gives me the most positive vibes I ever experienced in my life....Its like an old hindi saying "Keechar me hi Kamal khilta hai (Its only in mud that Lotus grows)"...Its the place where I feel so low because of the surroundings but its the only place where I get to think and ponder upon what I want to do with my life... All the ideas and thoughts , thinking which I feel a sense of life, a sense of going to accomplish something are born while sitting there.... Its where I get motivated to do all that I want to do and feel the enthusiasm to go to office and accomplish not only my professional but all my personal goals too.... Its where I make my to do list, prioritize them... Its where I feel like studying everything I want to.... Its where in the morning when the whole bus is sleeping , I am either reading a book or reading technical stuffs on my laptop.... the reason I mentioned technical is because like most of the people I too don't like reading those stuffs most of the time ..but while sitting on that seat I somehow get all the interest and motivation to read anything and everything...and most of the stuff that I have ever written on my blog has been thought of on that particular seat.. And when I get down from bus I am all pumped up to go and conquer the world and thats when I reach the second seat...i.e. my office seat...

Unlike my first seat the moment I reach my office seat my thoughts change..I don't know if its the path between the two or the seat itself but once I am seated there I loose most of the motivation and almost everyday the first 30-45 minutes of office are spend procastinating my work, about which I have planned so enthusiastically in the bus, and also the personal stuffs I quickly wanted to do or check after reaching office and instead I spend it surfing and checking my personal mails and facebook..... All my planning and thoughts of getting down straight with the work goes out of the window.

And as you can make out that the time spend on the first seat is relatively less than that on the second one so as result my actually efficiency is far less than what I can achieve.... 

Just for the records I am still performing above expectations for my office people but as the quote I love the most "People judge you on the basis of what you have done and you judge yourself on the basis of what you are capable of doing " 

God n Me ...

 

 

Will recall some lines that had been characteristic of my life earlier too and today too these are finding it hard to leave me alone

"Aaj phir dil ne ek tamanna ki, Aaj phir dil ko humne samjhaya"

"Aadmi aadmi se milta hai, par dil yahan kisi kisi se milta hai. Bhul jaata hun uska har ek sitam, wo kuch is saadgi se milta hai"

Of late myself and God has developed a funny relation too. Every now n then God plays small jokes with me and the worst part is that God never leaves me any option other than to laugh along.

One thing I can't do in bus, unlike others, is to fall asleep. I really long to sleep in bus so that I can pass those dreaded minutes as soon as possible but I am seldom able to do so , be it morning or evening. So today as I was feeling little heavy in my head I tried and by God's grace I started feeling sleepy. But as God's wish when I was floating on the threshold of sleep just then my phone rang. And it was someone whom I can label as the last person whose call I ever expect and that too about something totally unexpected. And after forget sleeping I can't even sit easy.

Random Thought - XXXV

The one moment in the day which gives me utmost satisfaction is the moment just before I am about to reach my stop and I see my fellow colleagues still standing there waiting for the bus. That moment I feel satisfied that I am not going to miss the bus today. Although this satisfaction goes once I am at the stop waiting for the bus, but at least for that one moment it is always there.

Rohit aka Rotty.... I

“Are Jaldi Bhag nahi to Bus miss ho jaegi”, seeing the standing DTC bus at the stop , I shouted and increased my speed hoping desperately to catch it so that we will be saved from the horrendous bus ride in the private buses, which according to the passengers is full the moment they step their foot into and which for the conductor is never full even when he has close to 10 people hanging from both the doors.

In these private buses, you can always hear each of the conductor nearby the two doors shouting to the people standing there “Are undar ho jao, kitne jagah hai wahan beech me”.
From outside, on seeing the amount of people boarding it at every stop you simply wonder that this bus is somewhat similar to the tents you see in Harry Potter movies which seem so small from outside but on entering it you see that its nothing less than a huge palace but these are similar to tents only from outside.

Ok now coming back to work in hand. Somehow I felt that the DTC bus was not moving as if just waiting for us, I thought may be the bus conductor or driver has seen us running behind it or maybe he just wants to pick some passengers in this somewhat empty Friday afternoon but soon I saw the actual reason, a trailer was parked ahead of it and driver was honking desperately for it to move. I thanked the trailer driver in my heart and soon reached the bus and jumped inside. On finding it somewhat less crowded, I dropped my bag on the seat in front of gate and then looked back to see my friend who was right behind me.

What I saw, having known him for so many years, did not seem un usual to me. Hero was hanging from the door with his right hand outstretched ala DDLJ. He later told me as always that I should always roam with my guitar so that I could play a song whenever he wants me to, in this case he imagined me playing the DDLJ Tujhe Dekha to.... tune in the background.

I raised myself little from the seat and could see from the window a Girl running with a black bag hanging rather falling from her shoulder. By one hand she was holding on to her bag and by other she was trying to remove the hairs that were falling on her face. Since the driver was still trying hard to find his way across the trailer, I thought she will make without a problem but then suddenly it started moving. I got up but our hero I saw was cool, he just bent little more, quite sure to grab her hand and pull her up.

For once I thought that the DTC conductor will look up from his routine of counting the cash or tearing the ticket from the pack and look behind and signal the driver to stop but instead I saw him whistle for the driver to move. I looked outside,she was still running hard and hopefully the bus has not picked up speed yet.

Soon she was near the rear end of the bus and like our hero thought, I even thought it’s going to happen. Just then I saw her stop. A car from nowhere appeared (ok it was always there but we did not notice). She very casually boarded it leaving our hero stranded with his outstretched hand.

I was disappointed but at same time amused too.

He very calmly pulled himself little back and banged his same outstretched hand on the bus shouting “Border, border....”

That’s Rohit or as I call him Rotty........