Hey Mr. .cockroach.... let us have a deal?

I am just pissed off man ….no man..i mean I am just pissed off Mr. .cockroach .You and your brothers has made my life inferno, who asked you to pop out and sit near my dinner plate. 

Didn't your parents teach you ethics, that it is rude to be at someone home without any invitation...I am a bozo , how does these animals learns etiquette's and when it comes to behavior, you cockroaches are worst case. In case you say that we humans are animals too. Then, Indeed we humans are animal too but of social kind according to Aristotle.

Mr. Cockroach, do you know who Aristotle is? He was a great reformer and preacher .Anyway what your reformers talks to you…. to sit on someone bed, to eat someone food without permission or to live in someone’s house without paying?  I pay 7000 bucks for this dorm but you and your whole clan resides here without investing a single penny. Quite unfair.

Before your arrival in my world, I used to walk on clouds but since the day you enters my doorsteps, every single stuff across my room seems to be nasty. You walk around room’s periphery like vandals doing all vandalism acts from bed, to kitchen, to wash room to my study table. If you are literate, then you will never run on my study table because a quote is written on the wall adjacent to it. And what about running on walls, are you guys Eminem or EmmaWatson, so that you are decorating room walls.

Last week , I emptied two bottles of “Hit” over your clan but you were so stubborn that even Hit didn't make any impact over you. This is not bizarre; Hit is a cockroach killing spray not a deodorant like Axe or Set Wet.

one day, your white colored  cousin sister came out of my college bag in college and my friends kid me by saying that look at Saurabh girlfriend ,she is so white!  How can I say them that this skinny white cockroach is not my girlfriend, even no one does? Are your female’s nymph? What is their productive rate 100 or 1000, a week or a month?

Your population is   still same or even there is a hike in their numbers .If all goes well then you will leave china and India population far behind.

At this juncture of life, I am just hapless .My every single attempt to get you out of this room turns futile. You guys are just hot button to press. Be candid and tell me, what price I have to pay so that you and your brotherhood ditch my dorm. What are you waiting for? A supper plate…. Please go and have a discussion with your sept about particular day, when I am totally free from your lousy faces. Result should must be in my favor; if not then I will locked the room and set it on fire and miniatures will do nothing in front of six foot giant (me)

 Krb Saurabh)

P.S: never try to look at my laptop screen, while I am checking my girl snaps or  even ask your cousin sister to maintain distance from me. Otherwise I will assault you and throw your head and headless body in two different directions..Got it…

Indeed 

superman

Sixteen minutes has been passed since Bhopal express has leaved Bhopal junction and now it is moving over rail in its full pace. passengers with a confirmed ticket has already  grabbed their berths, those in waiting lists are seeking for a space to spend the night and me with an RAC status is sitting on  berth  waiting curiously  for  my co passenger  with whom ,I  am going to share other half of lower berth. Half an hour has passed and till now no one comes with a claim .I realised that boarding a train is not an ecstasy every single time. The feeling is slightly different from one which is induced, when I board a train to jehanabad .It just lack excitement, zest and zeal.

No adieu to Bhopal, no heave baggage’s, no hefty lunch, as I did when I leave for home. It is something like “I just have to go”. Anyway it is just eleven hours journey and time when I woke up in the morning, some best looking people in form of Sonam and Sanjeev Bhaiya will be waiting for me at Delhi station in order to receive, as Delhi is still a city to explore.

Several stations has passed when an old man in his sixties arrived with a ticket in his hand and accedes .Is it your birth?

Of course mine, but a Rac. I replied.

That means you have to spend whole night with this old man..Uncle said.

 Not at all, you still look young. I said... folding my spread legs over berth so that he can sit over the remaining half.

After a hiatus of five minutes, I dare and asked “uncle are you from Bhopal”?

Why you hate Bhopal’s?  Uncle replied without sparing any moment.

No, who I am to abhor Bhopal’s and am in love with town .I asked it because from accent it seems that you are from Bengal. I said with an agony in voice.

Your guess is right son; I am from Burdwan district, West Bengal. But I am in Bhopal from last thirty four years. I have changed the place but hapless in changing the accent. Anyway do you know Burdwan? Uncle asked me.

Jee uncle, I know Burdwan .It is near chittranjan or probably chittranjan is in Burdwan district. I said that my birth place is chittranjan or in some sense, we two share same motherland .When I am talking about my birthplace, I felt an excitement in his eyes but it all turns into disappointment when I  said that I am  Bihar native. My mother’s father was an employee in CLW, so I used to visit there on a regular basis. A  Long introduction of mine is enough to maze the aura amiable. From initial talks of Bengal sweets, fishes, communist’s government and Bhopal’s weather, poha –jalebi, he moved to barriers and difficulties, he faced in his life. First of all a child marriage and 2 kids by the age of twenty two. So in order to earn his livelihood he leaved his home state Bengal and settled in Bhopal in year 1978.uncle cites that in starting days, h e worked as a D grade employee in a government sector with plenty of money in salary. He continued his studies and by the end of the year he was appointed as Head clerk in Bhopal post office. He owned a house and sent his kids to a convent school too.

Everything was going good; suddenly his whole world had been changed after 2^nd December 1984.  night of  Bhopal gas tregdy,biggest industrial disaster in human history. He describes 3^rd December morning as more terrifying than 2^nds night. Roads were full of dead bodies, some died due to choke throats, some due to heart failures or swell eyes and some due to rampage broken after leakage .Innocent Bhopal’s had no idea about methyl isocyanides, only known fact to them was that      “liquid dynamite” had been busted in Union Carbide factory and was going to give them a death similar to that of Nagasaki and Hiroshima. So many people’s preferred poisons over heart or throat pains or blisters over whole body and  getting crushed under some ones feet.

.According to rumours, a riot was broken too and a number of people were threatened by vandals in search of food ,clothes or other valuable stuffs. There was no one to help needy ones, neither cops nor government .Due to lack of first aid death tolls were more than that of isocyanides clouds and by every passing day, there was a hike in number of victims, with no sign of help in any form.

 Uncle said that at the time of disaster, they were in Shymala hill area which was mildly affected in comparison to Old Bhopal which was most affected. He bolted his whole family in house with all doors and windows shunted, due to fear of cyanide clouds. They was a fear in drinking water too as what will happen next moment. Though children were hard to control, as they were juveniles and had no idea what was going outside room walls. It was 7^th of December, when he escaped from his home for first time. His friend Ayub sayeed’s twin kids, who were two years old had died and Ayub’s wife lost her vision too. To pay homage to Ayub, he visited “Himidiya Hospital” whose floors were full of dead bodies without any identity and known by a chest numbers, without any name or family to claim and perform after death rituals. Days were full of tacit mourning sounds of women’s and childerns, some due to death of their loved ones and some due to staged stomach.

Everyone had their own grief story .It seems that half of Bhopal was laid in graves and for days even birds were not found making chirping sounds .Government stats register a total death of 3000 but in actual it was over twenty thousand humans and same number of pets. The city of Bhopal which was laurelled for its integrity, live up, lakes and greenery was shrouded in black clouds of       Iso- cyanides

At that juncture of life, he decided to abscond from Bhopal and went back to Bengal .He said that was the harshest decision he ever took in his entire life. A city where he possessed a house of dream, good salary job and safe kid’s future and then in a single night everything was ruined. The worst part of story map was waiting for him on his Bengal arrival .Everyone was giving him a suspicious look that t family was infected with gas and will lead to a similar havoc in the village too. Even close friends and pals treated them in same eccentric way. After spending one month he found no sign of relief, his family and friends continue their taunting .If life was worst in Bhopal then it was hell in Bengal .Gas will silenced him in a single second but in village he was dying with every passing second and minute. He sold out his entire farming land in pennies and with the money earned he boarded from Calcutta (now a day Kolkata) to Bhopal, train was totally blank because no one dares to visit Bhopal. He said that that was last time he was in Bengal, he never returned back since last 30 years. Bengal which was once his ancestor’s land, where he grown up from a child to a young mature, is now an anonymous place in the world map. There was an untold silence in words and immense pains in his eyes. The time he returned to Bhopal with his wife and two kids, a lot had been changed .There was a never ending peace in ambience, government reacted late but in both efficient and effective way, city was full of relief camps, medical facilities and asylums for needy ones.

 Conversation will go longer if ticket collector didn’t arrive to examine the tickets .uncle asked TC to grant a whole berth  for him as he has knee problems but Tc  moved ahead with word “sorry ,no room available”. Uncle once again initiated the paused converasation.He said, Later Ayub and his wife shifted in their house and have a girl who was married in 2010.It was really hard to find a groom for their girl because no one was interested in marring a girl whose parents were victims of gas tragedy .Now the worst part of life is over, both of his kids have grown up into adults and they are doctors. Uncle is visiting Delhi to attend one of his grandson birthday ceremony . One by one light across the compartment got diminished and time by watch is over 12 o’clock. I decided to leave my half berth for him. I waved “Good Night uncle “and moved to my friend Vinit berth that is in same train but in different compartment.

 Tonight I meet a real hero who is not from a comic book I read or a superhero movie I watched but emerged by fighting day to day to day pickles. I wrote whole incident on my cell phone message box because I don’t meet a superhero in my daily life.

Krb Saurabh

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A initiative that has Crashed.......................

This is not in my resolution list of 2014,but it happened all of a sudden due to a drastic change  accrued within me.A boy bound to bed by 10 o’ clock norms in night and wake up calls before that of a roaster and all of a sudden when his days get to start in noon and night naps at sun's brim then it leads an ebullient change and then whole day goes in imbrication .From last two months I had turned into a owl, who is nocturnal during darkness and escaped during lights

The day before yesterday i took an initiative that i will go for a morning walk or may be on a run from tomorrow dusk.Strategy is all set that me along with Amit will go for a run at BHEL colony ground. Basically it is not a ground but a large piece of abandoned land  full of horny plants  and due to impudent foot marks of morning walkers a track is constructed by its periphery.

              By the time paw-wow  ends clock had already reached 3  and as per schedule we had to leave our dorm by six past fifteen in morning.Alarm started to ring  a latest track "mai rang sarbato ka,tu” lyrics and voice were so superb that i snoozed my phone twice as per its fixed alarm time of 5 A.M. It was Amit who first comes out of his blanket and after a hiatus of 5 min, i accompanied him too by giving a fold to my blanket. When chilled water from tap touched my finger it seems like that i am in  inferno as first, a two and half hour of sleep and now ice water.After finishing morning habits,i looked for my pairs of shorts but I found it nowhere after a search campaign for 5 min ,i was left empty handed and macabre eyes still looking for sleep.

So i have to go along with a pair of jeans followed my opinion of  wearing a pull over, sport shoes, headphone to listen Eminem so that he can intensify my fervor for running .It really sounds weird to have in jeans on running tracks  but i have no other choice.

It is still dark outside, covered in a thick layer of moist and iced air is blowing to its fullest too.There were around  15-20 peoples in ground, among which most of  were middle aged men’s and women’s with sufficient fats on body. There was a aunty who had passed me a smile while having a chit chat with her colleague women. she must be talking about the eccentric way in which i was dressed.pathetic gyne she was,they never lost a chance of discussion .Any way i just commented ,aunty your mohair sweeter is adorable and left her speechless.She must call me a cheap boy without etiquette and i deserve that. 

After, a count of 321 we started our 1^st round on 500m track, in first round  it  goes all well but as i enter in second round ,it proves vital my breaths become more heave and chest started to pump rapidly  than usual with an amazed open mouth. Amit asked me to shut the mouth as it is genesis of all the pickles and it was increasing rate of blood oxidation and i simply did it as i have no ideas of these biological terms   .But even the advice was not effective that much.In ill way ,i completed second round and ditched the idea of going for a third one as it is too much for today and even i am in a initiative stage.

   Amit again asked me to keep my feet moving and perform small jumps so that fast blood in veins will be normalized slowly and not get seized and no further pain. The best thing of  session was that i had a personal instructor in form of Amit as he was still bound to long hours of exercises in morning at sainik school.

                                     After a minute of rest on grass bed full of mist over it.Mist over the grass acted as a refreshment and we again started our exercise sessions by doing small exercises of yoga, push and down ups until sweet emancipated from our body in a cold morning. For me this experience was really engrossing and ended with a show of laughing therapy performed by old ones.

The pioneer of the group was a old person in late 70’s ,who was standing in the middle and initiate a laugh with raising both his hands in sky and other followed him by making pandemonium laugh sounds buzzing the whole ground.

                                                            we were back to our dorm by 7 :30 after having a plate of Poha in the way without brushing my teeth and ideology was, has lion ever brushed his teeth ? but there was no one who could told me that "a lion even don't eat Poha".

The very first thing that I did was to make a call to papa and told him about my herculean task .He was appalled and impressed too as i don’t call him in wee hours of mornings.

while i had a conversation with papa,Amit served me a cup of hot tea with pinch of ginger making today morning a viable one.I had no idea after how much time ,i woke up so early.it is all electrifying.

                          But in past 2 days, i was back to the same old routine and dumped the initiative.By the time i was pressing last keys of keyboard to finish the blog, right corner of laptop is showing a time of 2:30 Am.It is already too late for night naps. All  wishes for tomorrow morning is that ,I will be knotting shoe laces and asking Amit to Woke up as it is time for a run    .....