After CAT

Today I took CAT and yes it was a significant day it had been one and half years of preparatory time in which I had learnt a lot and my life had revolved around CAT and now that I am finally over with it for some time at least. Here’s a short narrative of how the day went.

It all started with my colossal effort to get up on time, being in a habit to be awake until late into the morning it was a great deal getting up on time. And sleeping at 4 in the morning my two morning alarms did play on my side and I was up (although after a few hiccups) at 6 am; I have got to say it feels a bit strange to get up early in the morning and have a look outside the window and see all dark outside (especially if you are in habit of waking up to the bright afternoon sun). Thankful of getting up on time I got my coffee and myself ready. By the time I got ready the morning sky had lit up but the sun was nowhere to be seen it was overcast and the sky seemed to be sweating and showered light drizzle, I got my raincoat on and got out to brave the cold wind on my way to the testing centre I had got only halfway when the state of Indian roads and traffic came to haunt me while stuck in slow movement of traffic I noticed that the wind was blowing quite swiftly from my right side across to the left side and by chance I happened to be besides a puddle of muddy water when a speeding car came to pass me by from the right and as it passed me, my windward side was now to be known as ‘waterward’ side, and just as I was drenched head to toe in the muddy water traffic seemed to clear up and I rode on towards the test center and got to the center just before 8(the time we had to be at the centre.

The security check at the test centre was multilevel and had to go through scrutiny 3 or four times after I had been checked thoroughly I was introduced into the test room which had above 50 computers and I was lead towards my cubicle amidst these systems here I had to wait for another one and half hours before the test would commence without speaking a word and having nothing to do; these ninety minutes I guess are to make the candidate feel worried about the test but that could not make feel worried and I had the ninety minutes all by myself in the cubicle and after I bored myself looking in the welcome screen of my system and counting the number of tube lights in the hall(26in which 2 were not working)I decided to sleep for a while but that was useless and then my mind started to wander .I remembered the first day I started my CAT-10 coaching at tathagat and how kumar sir who happened to take our introductory class dismantled all our beliefs about CAT and how my life in the past was affected by CAT and also how I am going to write all this down in my blog. All these and a number of other thoughts went through my mind before the test finally started. And finally the testing times began, the test went by good and the 2 and ½ hours seemed shorter than the 1 and ½ hours before the test. After my test was over I got out of the test centre and thought I would feel relieved but what I felt was emptiness inside it felt like there is more to it but it wasn’t this was all it was. So I drove back home and end my day’s encounter with the CAT.

Inflation

Yesterday evening while I was riding on my bike back home, I was all wet and cold and my left hand ached from the consistent pulling of clutch(Delhi traffic huh!) and during one of the traffic jams a thought came to my mind and that was high prices and inflation.
‘Inflation’ a word that the common man has started to use in his daily vocabulary in the recent years. I tried to remember what I had learnt about inflation in school and through my blurred remembrance covered by the smoke of laziness I could remember that inflation was a situation in which due to high demand the price of goods and services elevate at an alarming rate; so now why do the prices of daily goods or the things that we buy at our local kiryana shop increase the reason is because the price of the raw materials is increasing, now what are these raw materials they include some primary sector products and labour so the price of raw materials also increases for the same reasons as the end product the increase in the price of inputs now these inputs . and these inputs compromise a high ratio of labour costs and I have never seen the salaries or wages of the labours increase?
On the other side of it at the time of recession the price of goods should come down but it seldom happens like in recent times recession which was by far the worst in my life saw only a few negative changes in terms of price the goods that had increased by rupees 10 at the time of inflation only decreased by rupees 2 and talking about salaries where our spending powers come from; there were high level job cuttings and decrease in salaries.
So where did the money go I am no economist and I may be wrong but this sure makes me think where did the money go?

Well I’ve got nothing to write

I know it’s been several months since I blogged. There are many reasons for this for some time now I have been thinking a lot, doing less and writing even lesser. Yes there were times when I thought of picking up writing again. Once it was when I saw the blog’s stats on Google analytics; another time it was when I came to know that someone liked my posts very much and wanted me to write more. And in between it was just me who felt the need to write up stuff.

And yes I did try to take to writing; once it was when I tried to remember something funny that had happened to me and realized that I was leading a pretty boring life(in terms of funny incidents)other times I was too lazy to write. Once I tried to take to fiction but I couldn’t get beyond the first line and then it was brother who said “I think it’s a burden for you to write, you should stop doing it” and I thought to my self maybe yes he was right, so I stopped thinking about writing and this was two weeks back.

And HOLLA!!!!! Just a few minutes earlier I did not even know that I was going to write this.

P.S: I will try to come up with more interesting stuff soon until then please comment

The Missing Pictures

It is well past midnight today (June 8^th, 2010) and I was going through the literary review page of the Sunday edition of The Hindu. I stumbled onto a review for the book ‘venomous touch’ and gathered that the book was very pathetic (at least the reviewer says so and I’ll take her word for Rs 650 is a handy some to spend when you are a student.) The book has three protagonists but the center stage is captured by a photographer. ‘Photographer’ my mind echoed (It always does when I read something that excites me. No wonder my mind is quite switched off when I study.)

the lost wallet part 2

It had been a year since I lost my wallet and now after a year had passed on I stood in the middle of nowhere with my wallet lost. I searched frantically an soon all the passengers in the bus knew that a boy had lost his wallet but all in vain I had been pick pocketed for the first time in my life. Too much for the firsts I said to myself ‘now what?’ The nearest place where I could go was to my father and it would cost 15 rupees but I had no money “wait a minute” I thought to myself I just shoved some change in my pocket. I put my hands in the pocket and took out the change and started counting; ‘I had been lucky this day too as I had been all my life’, it was fifteen rupees complete. The next thing I did was to call up my father and ask him to stay back for a bit at office as I had some important issue to discuss with him. Well after securing my ticket back to Karnal the next thing that came to my mind was that I needed to block my ATM so I called the customer care and put in a request with them. By this time I was seated in a blue line and after I had made that call I felt a sudden impulse of being carefree I had no worries whatsoever. It had been a while since I had felt this way and was enjoying every moment of it. In some time I was with my father and he asked me what was the topic I wanted to talk to him about I told him that I had forgot my wallet back at my room and had no money on me and as the generous person that my father is he gave me more than I needed and after spending some time with my father I headed towards ISBT to catch a bus home and to add to the series of events that were happening I boarded one of the last buses and it had no seats so I had to spend the rest of the journey standing and as I had no means of passing time I decided to talk to the person standing next to me. He was an middle aged person and we struck up a nice conversation comprising of topics ranging from politics to sports and society to health I felt pretty good as I alighted at the bus stop it was about half an hour past midnight and I got home to find a nice and clean bed waiting for me and that was it for a day in which I had lost my wallet but found a new life in me

the lost wallet part 1

It’s been a while since I updated my blog and the indiblogger stats were getting low and that has enforced me to take up blogging once again. Well I would consider one more reason for this post that is the inspiration for this blog it has been that eventful day FRIDAY 26^th of February

Well this started off as any other day it was a bright morning of early springs and I had just begun to spring out of my bed than just lazing out of it. A bright Friday morning it was and I had another one of those internal exams so I slipped on my crumpled clothes and as the mornings still had that chill in them for me to take a bath I rushed to college and was let to take the exam after some persuasion although it is not the exam but the attendance that matters and by the by I wrote all that I wanted in the paper and was done in about an hour. After the exam I was free for the rest of the day and just then a few of my college buddies came up and just dragged me out to the parking lot as being the lazy fellow that I am I was reluctant this time too; but any how I was made to drive all the way to a Go- Carting course “go carting ja rahe hain” was what Karam said. They know me too well and never ask.  Anyways after a 15km drive through the dusty roads of Faridabad we reached the place and had a nice time at Go- Carting it was around 2 in the noon when we headed back being the holi weekend ahead I was a bit dejected that I had not got a sufficient holiday window to head back home for the festivities. So I was a bit dejected as I headed back home while on the way Karam who was my pillion rider received a call from Shalini a classmate of ours who told that Saturday is a holiday. ‘Yes that was what I needed’ I thought to myself. The holiday window was now open enough for me to slip through a quick visit to my mother. Overjoyed by the news I sped back through the dusty roads which seemed rather less dusty and the potholes seemed to evaporate in the hot spring sun. I got home and was packing hastily and in the haste I broke out of my annual hydrophobia which lasts the winters and took a cold water bath it was not until then that I realised that the winters were not completely over and water still had that biting chill in it, but it was too late to realise as I was naked and had already poured a mug of water on my body and half my body was chilling under the sting of the cold water while the rest of the body got shrunk and waited it’s prosecution. After all this and the pains that my body had gone through in taking the first cold water bath of the winter I was refreshed and once again stood ready to go, I checked my wallet once again and locked the house and soon I found myself again riding on the dusty roads of Faridabad towards my brother’s house I had to make a rendezvous with him before I left. After a quick meet I left for the bus stop a light bag hanging from my shoulder. I don’t know wither the sun was set or not but it seemed that it too had left early and only a few lazy rays lighted the day it gave a rusty look. I didn’t have to wait much for the bus and it was that dusty yellow DTC bus which I boarded and took out my wallet it had two hundred rupees bills. I took one out and bought the ticket. I received some change and 50 rupees back I put the fifty rupees back in my wallet and shoved the rest of the change in my pocket and went about to find an empty space to set my foot in. it was not till the Delhi border that I got hold of a seat and after the commotion created by alighting passengers was over I went over to check for my wallet and guess what it was not there.

The rest of the story will be continued in part two I hope you enjoyed reading so far and please do not forget to post your comments