Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Even a power nap can ruin your life!


Disclaimer - All Characters in this story are fictitious.The names used in this story to represent the protagonist and the rural places are imaginary.They got nothing to do with anyone real or dead.No Offense . All Images have been taken from Google Image Search!
 
I hope you all are enjoying the 'Ruin your life' series. Each time I vow to present you with a  good story with morals and leanings and I think I have never  disappointed you guys. So in continuation to the 'Ruin your Life' stories, today I am going to present another story. This is a story about a Punjabi Sardar called 'Boobinder Singh'.



Boobinder Singh, tall and handsome was a man of vision. He always wanted to excel in life. His parents wanted him to become an Engineer and even he dreamt of being one but sadly some unpleasant events which happened during his teenage changed his life forever. He was tall and stocky. He was a Sikh and was an eligible bachelor. He was someone who was different unlike the other Sardars.He loved the Sardar jokes and never mind people making fun of him. He had fun at his own expense. He had a round face, rugged and full of hair in form of moustaches and beards. He used to wear a turban and blue was his favourite color.He worked as a Sales Manager in a Pharmaceutical Company. His job demands and allows him to travel across different cities in this country. He had travelled to different metro cities like Mumbai, Chennai, Kolkatta, New Delhi, Bangalore etc and other rural areas like Aampur, Fatehpur, Purpur, Kurpur, Mirpur etc.The initial stages of his youth days were full of struggle. He aspired to be an Engineer but landed up being a sales manager in a not so famous Pharma company. There are certain events which shook Boobinder’s life and his life changed forever. There was a twist in his life when he took a power nap during his 12th Std Board exams. His power nap was so powerful that he failed to realize that he had an exam that day.

Boobinder was a bright student during his school days. He always used to score full marks. Once his 9th Class teacher was impressed with his performance and she gave him 110 out of 100.During this period, Boobinder made many enemies as he was a pet to all the teachers. His pre board scores were 95.98%.He was destined to be an Engineer and so did everyone believed in his capability. It was the 2nd day of March 1986.It was his last paper and the last exam was Chemistry .He studied day and night in order to get good scores.Rajinder Kaur, his mother was his only support structure as his father left for Germany when he was young and never returned back.It was believed that Papinder Singh, Boobinder’s father had married a German woman and begot two beautiful blonde daughters. He realized that he had extra duty to support his mother who was his life. The previous night 1st March, he had studied so much that he felt sleepy the next morning. That very day his mother had gone to Pune for some personal work. She asked Boobinder if he was OK.A confident 17 year old Boobinder smiled and bid good bye to his mother. His mother asked him to reach the Exam centre at the correct time. Boobinder was very tired. Exam was scheduled to be held at 2 PM. It was 11.30 AM. Young Boobinder thought of taking a power nap. He slept like a wild lion. He snored to glory. Little did he know that he would miss his exam because of his sleep. Finally he woke up at 5pm.He got up and he panicked. He was frustrated and felt as if his life was caught in a funk. He saw the clock and a big shock awaited him. He rushed to the exam centre and he was not allowed to write the exam. This came out a shock to all his teachers and closed friends. His mother was upset.Rajinder Kaur even threatened to disown him but nothing is mightier than mother’s heart. She supported him more than before. That year he was declared fail as he didn't appear for his final paper. He sobbed, he wept harder. The disappointment and the shock never let him sleep peacefully for months. It took him ages to recover from the mental trauma. Every wounded Tiger has its own weakness. For Boobinder Singh, it was sleep. He lost his faith and confidence in himself. He struggled and did a diploma in some basic course. He worked as a painter, carpenter, mechanic and a technician during his 20's until he got a job as a Sales Manager which really didn't require much educational qualification. He earned 17000 Rs which was enough for a bachelor man. He settled in a company in Hyderabad until one day which changed his life forever.


Boobinder was his boss's loyal aide and hence Mr Reddy,his boss always had faith in him.Mr Reddy  used to assign him critical sales work where he had to carry lakhs of Rupees with him. A deal was signed with Gajanand Chemicals located at Gaziabad.Boobinder was assigned this task of transporting the files and the amount to the stake holders. He was travelling by train. He had a suitcase with him which had important company related documents and 10 Lakh Rupees. He sat on the seat allocated to him. He had a window seat. He held his suitcase tightly. This raised doubts amongst his fellow passengers.A guy with tabacoo stained teeth was minutely following Boobinder from sidelines. He observed his suitcase and learnt that the suitcase was very important. Soon Boobinder decided to take a power nap.The tabacoo stained teeth guy loosened the suitcase which Boobinder held. He took it and escaped. The train reached Gaziabad in 5 hours. Boobinder once again woke up like a tired Lion. He was afraid as he failed to locate his suitcase which contained money and important company related documents. He panicked and cried for help. But everyone refused to help him. With sheer disappointment he went to his boss who fired him from work. He was also asked to return back the 10 Lakh Rupees. Now Boobinder is busy hunting for a new job. His life has always been full of struggles and to his mayhem sleep has ruined his life several times. Can you provide him with some good work? 

Moral - Even a power nap can ruin your life.

Life is like a marathon race. You need to be  careful and cautious about things.You might never know when you might fall out.Suc are the problems in life. Such small things do happens in life but care should be taken that you never repeat that again in our life.Boobinder is a lesson for us.

For Sunday Scribblings.
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Monday, April 02, 2012

Life Teaches



  I  reminisced my old memories from past to know that my last few years have been a learning experience for me. I had learned what life actually was. I experienced life. Not everyone is born with a silver spoon and a golden bracelet. A pampered kid ,learned to live life staying alone. I had to make the decision of my life only to know that  I had to survive through  extremities. I realized the worth of my family when I started staying away from them. I understood the importance of our loved ones. For they are the one with whom you celebrate the important events in your life,but without them I lived to celebrate things alone.I learned the important lesson of my life where I had to compromise between love and work. I had to travel to a different city for earning bread and butter.I saw my love fading away from my life as I moved away.During the last few years, I learned and my insatiable thirst for knowledge and excellence only grew more. Work became my second life. Weekends seemed to have been occupied with work. For a person who was known as a networking king failed to socialize. Client interaction was the only interaction which I knew. For people only said that I earned and enjoyed life without family,but little do they know how much I struggled to survive. Every single minute seemed eternal for me. I survived through the extreme weather and harsher climates. I witnessed the scorching heat and the shivering cold. I saw my hands trembling during the winters as temperature decreased as days passed.When I really felt I was in a wrong place, I was forced to live life in that place. I was assured a home ticket ,but that promise took time to materialize.As a result ,the wound spread more and it left behind the scars of disappointment and sadness.In this materialistic world, people suffer to gather something which diminishes with time.The world only sees the outer pleasure ,but no one realized the pain and  the sufferings within. Everyone talks about how you achieved and no one is interested in counting what I have achieved. I have learned lesson, an important lesson of life.In this event I learned the importance of family and friends. I made lots of contacts in the corporate world. I saw myself transforming into a butterfly from an helpless caterpillar.My last 2 years doesn't reflects the sad phase of my life, it only displays the learning moments of my life. Life teaches!

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Sunday, March 25, 2012

iWrite

I grow.I learn. I study
I play.I dream.I write,
I smile.I heart.I love,
I cry.I hurt.I hate,

I walk.I come. I see,
I promise.I ask. I win,
I work.I loot. I go.

After few years,
I walk.I come.I see,
I promise.I ask.I win,
I work.I loot.I go

They come.They go.We watch.We suffer.We see them save money.But we cry,keep crying  and always will cry.The cycle repeats. Its known. Perhaps one of the most pathetic post of mine. Still thinking why I wrote this but nevermind there is something in this post. Decrypt it and you will get to know .

Write up for Sunday Scribblings.





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Sunday, March 18, 2012

Honesty is the best Policy

Honesty is the best Policy



The entire class awaited the Semester 1 result.Vivek was a student of St.Anthony's High School,Mumbai.He was amongst the brightest student of Class 8D.But that semester his History paper was miserable as he couldn't study for his exam because of fever. But any how he managed to attempt 40 marks.He was quite sure that he has no chance of passing. He helplessly looked at History teacher Charles entering the classroom with the answer sheets.
He gave a 'sinister' smile indicating that the paper correction was not good. He called out the roll numbers in a sequential order.He announced their marks as the pupils arrived to collect their answer sheet.
'Roll Num 34 Vivek Kumar,' He called our Viveks roll number.
Vivek walked towards his professor to collect the marksheet.He knew that he would fail.
'Bad performance...37.5 out of 100...very disappointing Vivek..not expected this from you,' Charles sir announced.
Little Vivek could not believe that he actually manage to pass through.
The teacher smiled at Vivek as he collected his papers.
Vivek scanned the marksheet and checked if there was any scope of increase in marks.He was shocked to see that the total sum of his marks were coming out to be 27.5. He immediately ran towards the teacher and informed him about the extra marks. Charles Sir noted his number.
Later that night Vivek was feeling sad because of his own actions.He could have ignored the total marks,atleast he could have passed.But he thought to be honest.He never had the courage to inform his parents about his marks for he knew that they would get angry on him. He told them and got beaten severely as he was supposed to be in elite category.
During the Open house ,Semester results were to be distributed. Vivek along with his little sister entered his class.
His mother collected his marksheet and she smiled at Vivek.
'Why do you have to lie to us Vivek?,'
'What are you saying Mother?. Did I pass?,' Vivek retorted.
'Congratulations son...you have scored 75% marks,' She hugged him.
Vivek soon grabbed the report card from his mother and was amazed to see that his history marks remained unchanged.It was displayed as 37.5. He smiled.
We all knew that honesty is the best policy.But these days we seldom find honest people.The teacher had given Vivek extra 10 marks because of his honesty.Little Vivek won his teachers heart by being honest.This little Vivek was none other than me. :)


Written for: Sunday Scribblings
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Sunday, October 30, 2011

The Ugly Truth behind the SpiderMan

The Ugly Truth behind the SpiderMan
 
 Peter Parker was a nerd  who lived with his Uncle Ben and Aunty May. He had hots for his neighbor Mary Jane whom he liked. He used to follow her like crazy everywhere.But he never had the courage to talk to her.They both studied in the same high school.

It was one fine morning and Peter and his classmates had visited the Genetics Laboratory as a part of their field trip. My dad who was a very brave spider was taken by these ruthless scientists who wanted to research. They started harassing us and injected chemicals into us.I can't tell how much it hurted when I saw my daddy cry and screech in pain. A tear tricked  through my eyes. My daddy had always been a role model and a hero for me. I always  wanted to  grow up like a big mighty spider just like my daddy.That was the day when Peter tried to impress his love interest. He had a crush on Mary and while following her accidentally his hands came across my daddy. It really hurt daddy very much. Daddy was so strong and this was the reason why Scientists preferred to use my dad as a part of their research and transformed him into a genetically engineered spider.My daddy got angry. Peter didn't knew that he had messed up with the greatest genetically engineered spider ever. He failed to realize that this could even changed his life forever. Daddy soon planned an Operation , a mission against Peter.It was his war against Peter Parker.

Mom,me and my little sister were closed inside a bottle along with other spiders. Mother pleaded and urged daddy not to bite him.She was afraid that these humans would kill my father. She screamed loudly but dad could not hear.Mother didn't want him to bite the handsome lad for she believed that Peter could kill my dad. Dad looked at my mom for once and glared at her. His eyes turned red with anger.He could still feel the pain as Peter hit him. Little Sister was a baby spider then and she was asleep. We never intended to wake her up. Slowly and Steadily my daddy started following Peter. Peter was following Mary Jane and my daddy was following Peter. Mary looked behind and of a sudden Peter behaved as if he was doing something constructive. Peters best friend  Harry Osborne took Mary Jane for a coffee and my daddy  used this as the best opportunity to bite Peter. He soon raged a war against Peter and bit him again and he escaped.Peter was looking at his hand where my daddy bit him. It swelled and it pained.

It was at that time my daddy screamed with joy "WITH GREAT POWERS COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITIES". He was in a state of ecstasy.In TV they show the good side of Peter Parker.Did they ever showed how Peter took the revenge. He Smashed my father with his smelly shoes.It was blood all around. My baby sister woke up.The place turned silent.Mom was shocked and she died of an heart attack leaving me and my baby spider sissy orphans. Today there is no one to look behind us.The next day Peter Parker became muscular,strong and his reflexes  were super quick.He even emitted Web Strings. In short he became a super hero and impressed Mary Jane. Mary ditched Harry and became Peters girlfriend.Ultimately its Peter who became famous. Whom do I blame for this? I lost my parents. We were a happy family of 4 ,but Peter ruined our life. My baby Spider sister questions me about my parents. But Media is so ruthless.They had all the time to talk about Peters achievements,but no one even bothered about the Spider. I strongly condemn the use of Spider as his name. He became a Spider-Man by killing my daddy,the greatest Spider ever.

 
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Sunday, June 05, 2011

Sweet

Sweet
 
I found myself when I saw you,
to know that  you  were the one.
For days I followed you
everywhere you went,
to let you know that I was there for you.
Your smile enlightened me,
made me high and fly ,
Everynight  I come to visit you ,
to let you know that I was there  for you.
But today you said things that hurt me,
Did you really mean it?
or was that another prank?

I admire you everyday just to ,
let you know that I was there for you.

Baby!  you  were always mine 
but today you proved me wrong,
You asked me to fade away from your  life,
I'm already broken and gone,
You taught me a lesson by saying ,
that your  love for me was fake,
kill me,hurt me,shoot me
but do not leave me alone .
for I will be always there for you

Written for Sunday Scribblings
 
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