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The Second Time – Part 2 (The Past)

 

Read previous part of the story here: The Second Time – Part 1 The Second Time – Part 1

Pranav is a guy who will befriend with almost everyone easily in the blink of an eye. When he went to college five years before today, within the first few weeks itself, he became best friends with a girl, Anamika, who is supposed to be the college sweetheart. There was something very unique about him that made him very popular among girls; he can make any girl feel comfortable around him. That was his Ultimate Selling Point as a boyfriend.

Priya, on the other hand, is someone who will take it quite slow. She will make her friends only after investing quite a lot of time, energy and trust. Maybe that is why; she has only limited number of friends in her life, unlike Pranav.

It was not long after when Pranav and Anamika started seeing each other that Pranav finally met Priya, Anamika’s best friend. Whenever there used to be fights among the new sweetheart couple, Pranav would call or text her to straighten up things between them. She, like a dedicated friend, will do exactly that. Pranav was awed by her simplicity and her way of tackling big problems. It was something which Pranav found really attractive and unique about her.

The circumstances, however, under which both met for the first time, were not quite ‘ideal’. Anamika was not happy with the growing friendship between both of them. She knew that there is nothing substantial going on that would worry her anyhow, but well, as a girl; she had her own inhibitions.

It was one, not so fine, Friday evening when three of them met at a local hospital. Anamika had called Pranav especially to meet both him and Priya as she wanted to show what Priya had done as a result of the misunderstanding that was building amongst them. When Pranav reached the hospital and saw Priya, he was shocked. On her left hand, between elbow and palm, there were three deep cuts done by the shrill razor blade, at equal distances from each other  (she was always good at art), spurting out the red.

“Why on earth did you do that? “, Pranav asked.

“It is all because of you. “, Anamika said.

“What have I done?”, Pranav replied in absolute disgust.

“She thought that she is the reason of all the differences that were occurring between us. And since you came in our lives, you are the reason she thought all of that”

“What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t understand even a single word you said”

“I do not know. I just know that you are the reason she did all these things and now you are supposed to apologize to her.”

Pranav was constantly looking at Priya’s hand and wondering how can anyone do a thing as silly as this?  When Anamika was busy cursing Pranav for all the things he has done, Priya’s expressions were that of complete denial. It was as if she was trying hard to tell that he was in no way linked to what had happened. Well, she did not say anything.

“I am sorry Priya”, Pravav said.

“It is okay”, she replied, with a smile that will take Pranav’s life away.

After another 15 minutes of chit-chat, Pranav finally decided that it was time for him to take leave. When he was about to go, the nurse came in and asked for Anamika.

“You need to bring these medicines Ma’am.”

“Will you stay here for 5 more minutes before I go downstairs to take her medicine?”

Pranav wanted to say that he would go and bring the medicines himself but he managed to say something totally different.

“Sure. I will make sure Priya is treated with utmost delicacy when you are not here.”

(All three burst out laughing as the footsteps of Anamika going downstairs become less audible. )

“I am sorry again”

“No. It is not your fault.”

“Of course, it’s my fault. Why will you do anything like that, then? ”

“No. It is not your fault. Leave it. I cannot tell you what it is.”

“You have to.

Over the next few months, Pranav and Priya started talking to each other day in and night. They would text, call and sometimes meet.

“I want to meet you”, Pranav texted.

“Why?”

“I do not know. I just want to.”

“In a city like Kanpur, there is no place where we could go and meet without eyes looking at us. It is better not to take unnecessary risks.”

(Kanpur, the largest city in the state of Uttar Pradesh, is not a place where young boys and girls can meet easily without escaping the ‘letting our culture down’ eyes of the so called conventionalists. In a country like India, where we worship sports like Cricket, to be able to play a sport as traditional and pure as love, you need something better than just cricket balls.)

“Do you have a scooter?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Just bring your scooter anywhere near main market and wait for me there. I will join you there.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just wait and watch.”

“Okay, fine.”

Priya was standing near the old Hanuman* temple in the market. Pranav could not believe how beautiful she looked that day. Dressed in a white salwar suit**, she was glowing like the first ray of light that eliminates darkness. The smile she wore that day could make even time stand still. She was as traditional as nature and as modern as Husain’s muse.

Pranav called up Priya and gave instructions to start her scooter and move alongside him. Both were driving, side by side, on their respective scooters, looking deep in each others’ eyes, completely indifferent to people around them, the traffic around them and the world around them. They were in deep meditation called love. They meditated for almost 15 seconds before the truck honked with all its might. 15 seconds, it was just enough.

After months of denial, both of them finally agreed the feeling of love they had towards one another. By that time, Pranav and Anamika had broken up. The reason for their break-up was not Pranav’s new found attachment for Priya but Anamika herself. Her constant behaviour of cursing Pranav got on to his nerve and he finally called it quits.

Pranav and Priya were completely in love. They will call each other at odd hours and would wake up at night just to see if anyone has messaged “I miss you”. They would talk about things as small as the colour of their hair to as big as getting married. At one moment, they’ll pause in between to think whether they are going too fast but the next moment, they’d listen each other plan the names of their unborn kids.

Love has a way to express all those things which you wish to feel. It also has the way to feel all those things which you wish to express. Pranav and Priya wanted to feel the first touch, the first hug, the first kiss, and the first sex and, they did experience it. How? They felt it by expressing and they expressed it by feeling.

(When they love each other so much, then, why do they find themselves in a situation where they are in now?  What will Priya do now? Will she go away from Pranav or give him another chance? Tune in for the conclusion on 5th December, 2015.)

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The Journey!

The Story Teller!

I did an experiment with 10 of the students who were a part of the Skill Development Programme of Aga Khan Rural Support Programme (India), the NGO I am currently associated with as part of SBI Youth for India Fellowship. I call this experiment “Story Telling and Learning experiment which follows the philosophy: Words can change the world.

I was asked to take a class on life skills which involved teaching certain life skills to students by means of stories. Not only was it something which I personally love to do but it was also something that I wish I’ll do during the course of this fellowship. I love taking classes and if it involves motivation and that too via telling stories, it was gonna be really fun. So, I was up for it.

The class went really well. I told them a story which involved a little boy named Ganesh whose mother died due to lack of medical facilities in his village. Since his mother died because of lack of facilities, Ganesh decided to become a doctor and help the needy. He was mocked upon by the wife of his poor father’s employer but he made sure that he was the one who saved her life at the end by curing her of cancer. The main theme of the story was Ganesh’s decision to take up the challenge and to fulfill it by hard work.

So, at the at the end of the story telling session, when asked upon, out of 10 students, 4 were able to come in front and tell their own stories of how they faced challenges in their own lives and overcame it. It gave them immense happiness. I could see that from their eyes. It was a small win. But to make these students talk about real life challenges, it was nothing short of magic.

These students are very hesitant. Some of them are in their school days, some in graduation, some even housewives, but what they lack is self belief. This is what I wish to provide them. Self belief. How to give that? Recognition.

After the session got over, 4 boys out of 5 and no girl (girls being more apprehensive) told their stories. But I could see that each and every one of them had a story to tell.

I asked them to write their stories and bring it to me the next day. They agreed readily and the session ended!
What happened next? Something interesting.  🙂

Pictures of the week:

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The Journey!

Laugh like him or Laugh Not!

It has been a wonderful journey so far with SBI Youth for India fellowship. My friends, family and colleagues, all have supported the fact that I have taken up something which is close to my heart. However, I am not sure whether this is just enough? There is a long way to go and there are a lot of things which still needs to be done.

I have always been passionate about kids and imparting education to those who can’t have it due to some circumstances. I remember giving lessons in Math to a girl who was of my age but had no access to education. For 2-3 months, we had our teaching sessions. The next when I heard of her, she was 14 and married. This childhood memory is still pretty fresh in my mind and pokes me now and then.

Out of a variety of project areas available, I wanted to take up education as my main project area. However, there were some good projects in social enterprise as well. The issue of women’s empowerment is also close to my heart. I was in a dilemma, really. I still am, kind of. So, I came here to Bihar taking education as my main area of interest. Here in Bihar, we will have our first interaction with the community tomorrow. This community belongs to Scheduled Castes, minorities and Other Backward class people (that is how they are classified by our society). After meeting them and listening to their problems and needs, the intervention for the next 11 months will be finalized.

Let us see how it pans out. No doubt, these 2 months will test my mettle. These 2 months will throw electricity cuts, mosquito bites, food troubles on me. What I will throw back at them is what will define me.

PS: Over the next few days, I will try to interact more and ask solutions to the problems I might face. I will need inputs from all of you.

Picture of the day: I met this kid while on a field visit to one of the villages in remote areas of Gujarat. He is a part of a vicious circle of poverty and has very little access to education but the way he smiles, mesmerizing. He needs very little, he demands nothing but he gives his everything in his laughter. We shared this laughter for about a few seconds and the whole world seemed nice.

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The Journey!

The Eleventh Hour!

It was yet another life-less day at office when I picked up my phone and called up a very dear friends of mine,  Mr. Vishal Singh . Our 6 years of friendship is built on a very important factor; passion to do something different in our lives and subsequently try to bring about a small change in other people’s life. He, by the way, is a very talented film-maker, event manager and writer.

While we were having a conversation about how our lives have changed post college, he told me something that would change my life forever.

“Why don’t you apply for SBI Youth for India ?” he asked.

“What is it actually?”

“Do not ask what it is, go and simply search about it. Just remember, it is something that you would love to be a part of”.

I remember spending the following night performing an owl. Saying that I read a lot about it would be an understatement, I actually devoured articles after articles about it. The thing that struck me the most was the possibility of the lives being changed and smiles being spread out during the venture. Since childhood, I find eternal bliss whenever I am the reason for someone else’s happiness. The very thought of making someone else smile by a small, random act of kindness is something that always makes me feel alive.

I finally registered for SBI Youth for India and then, well, I chose to forget about it. I was not only lazy, I also did not have the required courage to fill up the application. That was all.  Every now and then I used to get an email asking me to complete the application and well, I always chose to ignore it. Such a Coward.

It was the last day to fill the application form. I managed to sneak out of the office and also gather half-hearted courage to complete it. At quarter past five, I started with the form which included 3 essays as well. The clock struck 10 by the time I finished with the application. But wait, there was more to come.

When I clicked the submit button, it showed, “The page you were working on has expired. Log In again to continue”.  

Basically, I was asked to fill the entire thing AGAIN  before midnight. I thought to give it up thinking it was some sort of indication for me to not do it. Did I do it?

I finished the application at quarter past eleven; in the eleventh hour, literally. Who said great things can’t happen in last moments? 2 things happened with me. Courage and Youth for India  🙂

“There is a unique thing about courage; you find it at the most unexpected places.”

Next Post: “The Interview”

Video of the day: A short film by Mr. Vishal Singh (No, he did not pay for it) 😛 Worth watching though.

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Carpe Diem!, The Journey!

Wipro Journey Ends Today!

About a year has passed when I first came in this big corporate giant, Wipro.  Today, I am calling it quits.

I still remember my first day in Wipro. We were told by our trainer that the company is built on the fundamental principle of honesty and integrity (which it actually is). I was fascinated by the concept itself. I remember standing up and telling a story on the same, A Story Money Can’t Buy , which eventually led the crowd of 300 fellow colleagues applaud. Moments!

As you can see, I started on a high. First time out of home, 4 months of training in Bangalore were mixed with high content of alcohol, party and girls, I was, well, on weed. But things has to change and they did.

Coming back to Pune, I suddenly found myself sitting in front of the desktop and code. I had to prove something while I was back in Bangalore. Now, the same inspiration seemed lacking and I could not get myself to wake up every day and do the same thing over and over again. I kept on asking myself what is the purpose of my life? What is that one thing I am doing with my life which others aren’t? How am I different? And most importantly am I happy? These questions have kept me awake at nights. I had to find a purpose of my life.  Now, I believe, at  least for the next year, I have found one.

When I told people about my decision to quit my job and join a fellowship SBI Youth for India, many thought that I have lost my mind. For most of you reading this, knowing that it involves lesser amount of money and no “secured future”, you might think the same. Right? I was told many aspects for not doing it: tough village conditions, mosquitoes and lesser dowry, to name a few. The funniest of them: social service is a thing for women. Really?

So, why did I chose to do something which everyone was telling me not to. Well, it was simple. I wanted to do it. Period. I shut myself behind closed-door for an hour and asked myself a very simple question: Will I regret doing this? The answer was NO. And that was it.

Today, my Wipro journey ends. But the real journey has just started.

Pictures of the day.

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