Before I begin I want to thank all those people who found time from their busy schedule to read what I had spilled over here. “Hey wen s ur next post coming in”, one of my classmate asked me and I was speechless. I didn’t have an answer not because I hadn’t one but coz someone wanted to read what I write. I was not sure before beginning this business but now the scene has changed.
Readers who are expecting this to be another romantic flick from me, oops!!! I doubt your expectations. I got tremendous suggestions from my roommates & friends for the last two post and I decide that I will continue with the story. But things don’t go fair all through just as the spring doesn’t last more than a month before autumn knocks in. Yup!!! Correct, I am having my exams and probably will resume with the story in December.
So what I am doing here, supposed to have been studying, mugging. Right? Probably you guys are correct. I should have been dating my books. But then this happened and I couldn’t resist myself from spilling out here!!! Yes “It Happened To me Then”, it happened to me a few hours before and I had to write this. It may sound a little weird to you but then I wanted to post it anyhow. Just have a little patience and ya s the title goes “a little faith”.
6th November 2008, another Thursday in my life. Winter wind works wonder and when the city is pune it always rocks. My alarm sounded at 7 am sharp and I was upright. Perhaps after a long time I had responded to my alarm though it never failed to ring every morning. I sided the half opened window with a gentle brisk. The fresh morning’s smell just made me feel heavenly. Leaving my covetous bed I walked to my drawing hall which led to main entrance door. I pulled it and ah!! There it was hooked gently on the down bolt. I picked it up and flipped through the pages. Barrack obama had promised some evident changes in United States of America & TOI had popularised it well. Every second page contained either a leader expressing his views or industry personae casting his own. I pondered how much the world depends on America. Mrs Pratibha Patil became Indian president and hardly people knew about that & even till date 10 % of Indian population still believes that Dr. Kalam is the president. It’s a real bizarre but in fact a fact.
“America is settled dude but u have to”, I mumbled to myself. Well it was already 8 am and I had done nothing. The sun had risen to its fullest and so was I.
It took me another hour before I had a nice shave and a hot shower. 5 days hence my microprocessors and microcontrollers practical exam was scheduled, and I had to work a lot on this subject. Just two reasons, first it was easily the toughest of practical for this semester. Second Paygude maam was destined to be the one who would be assessing us.
Ah!! Paygude maam, let me introduce her to you. Mrs S.S. Paygude as she is formally known is one of the reputed professors that belong to the faculty wing of my Computer department. She took one course for us the last semester and was taking another two for this. As for me I had respected very few teachers in my life and she definitely belonged to that small list. This was another reason that I badly wanted to do good in her course.
I knew I had to start early because there was hell lot to study and ‘time’ as usual – it was less. I finished of my breakfast and resorted to my study table. I just flipped through the syllabus booklet and a scream made its way through my throat.. “ Fuc..k.. Man 3 reference book...” I was nowhere in a position to use those and desperately wanted to console myself. As a result I powered on my laptop because there hadn’t been a better friend to me than ‘GOOGLE’ for a past few years. I knew I could always avoid these crap books if I stuck to one and for the rest the GOOGLE will work for me. “gimme one prominent book 4 pentium.ASAP” I keyed in the msg and forwarded to A.D. By the time I thought I would listen to one tune from LP. I had hardly navigated to the songs folder when my cell phone flashed. I knew it was a sms from A.D. it read “James L. Antonakos” . I was surprised and angry both. Angry because the immediate reply made me to do away with the thought of LP. Surprise because A.D took hardly 3-4 seconds to reply. “God damn he is so fast. Was he waiting for my sms”, I thought and opened the book.
It was 12:15 pm and while half of my flat was still sleeping I had done quite a bit of Pentium processors. Microprocessors had always interested me as a subject. And I always liked it. We all use computers. It hardly takes a second for the m/c to do what we command to but actually there is a lot of intricacies involved. A number of sequential steps of memory read and processing cycles lie under the small chipsets of these masterpieces. And I am sure if you go through all these you will definitely utter “Fucc..kk does all these requires a second to take place”
I was gruelled by the concepts of Pentium and its associates for the last odd 150 minutes. And it was a time for me to take break. So I plucked in my headphone and queued in a few tunes from the ‘collision course’ album of LP. 15 minutes later I could feel my study table vibrating. “Earthquake..at day.” I took of my headphone in a second and realised that it was my cell phone vibrating. It showed Mumz calling. 5 minutes of conversation and I restored with Mr James L. Antonakos. My mother was happy today coz after a long time she found me studying while she had called. Typical moms.
Microprocessor wasn’t an easy subject though it always appealed me. There was hell lot of trash to go through. Google had helped me well so far. It was almost going to be 2:30pm and I was still glued to my chair manipulating through the horrible topics, referring Intel sheets and GOOGLE of course. A lot was happening away from its ordinance in my life today. I woke early today, had been studying since morning, no calls, no LP, no useless internet. It was a special Thursday I thought. “Enough I can’t any longer”, I spoke to myself. I wasn’t in position to take in anything more other than food. My mind was full and already buzzed. I was in no mood to injure it. I finished of my lunch and resorted myself to my bed after 7 odd hours which rarely happened. I attached some nice tunes to media player on my laptop from some latest flicks.
Gradually the sound of the music started dying away and a silence filled my ears. 10 minutes later I found myself at railway platform. A platform where no trains laid, but the tracks, a platform which was unusually peaceful, no shrieks of trains, no collies cries. It was all silent. “Hey where I am??” I thought. I tried figuring out but the result holded a null value always. “My clothes...How is it changed.. I never wore jeans today early morning!!” the excitement had now started to change to apprehension. I thought to stroll ahead if I could find some human souls. 100 metres past I found myself at the same place. Same old bench lied where I was a few minutes ago. I tried in reverse direction and was back to damn same place from where I had started... “Is this some kind of Matrix?” I grumbled. Now the apprehension was gradually turning into fear. “Help...help...help...help!!!”, I started crying.
“Yes young man!!! What can I do for you?” I felt a hand on my shoulder. Suddenly I turned back. Stood there an elderly man aged middle of his 70’s. “Who are you?” I asked in astonishment. “Don’t panic young man”, he continued,” you have come here to know something”... “Know...what the shit ‘know’..?”, I yelled back. The old man softly spoke, “know something that you always wanted to”. He continued, “Son don’t worry. You will be back...Don’t panic, come sit here”, he pointed to the nearby fixed bench. I reluctantly sat there. The man’s softness had taken away my fear but apprehensions still resided.
After a while he resumed, “son you want to know where you are?”...”yes” I nodded. “Well you are halfway life and death...the same place where I am since a year”. “So..rr..y, I didn’t get you sir”, I replied humbly. “Ok ...let us understand this way. What after a person dies?” he asked me. “Well as we believe he is back to the place from where he came, back to his creator “I replied. “Very correct. But what if he doesn’t dies?” he spoke. “In that case he lives like me or you??” I replied back. “What if the person is not living and is not back in creators hand”, he asked me again? “In that case ....hmm....hmmm hmm !!??” “He is here?”, he replied briskly. “What the F...u...c...kkk?” I cried. Suddenly my comfort zone had disappeared and I was afraid again. I stood up in amazement. “Be calm young man!!”He tried comforting me again. I sat down. Now heed to me very carefully. He resumed. “Son what we know always is not correct. There are some truths that need awareness and an open mind that is liberated, which can think beyond the bars of logics and reasons. So is this truth. This is the place midway between your life and you death. None of us get anything before time and the same applies to ‘death’. This is the place where many of the creatures come before death. Even I am here since a year. Perhaps it’s not time for me to die. While your physical body suffers from the pain on the earth the soul is liberated over here. And ya it’s even not true that everyone who makes over here moves ahead. Some are even retreated back to their world and family. It’s HIS entire wish. No one can defy his laws.” “Why is this injustice?” I prompted. “Well as I told you it’s always HIS wish. Even I don’t know more about this. I have been one of the passengers that came to this platform. When time is appropriate I will depart. It’s HIS entire wish. You need to have faith on HIM. Just a little faith.”
I heard a shriek...and the wheeling noise. The man continued, “Just step into this train and you will reach from where you came”. I turned around there was no one. I could see the train but the man I was talking to was absent”. I was terrified.
I suddenly rose and flashed up my cell. It was 4:30 PM. I was shocked. It took me a few seconds to realize that I was dreaming. I left my bed and went to washroom. As I was splashing the water on my face I could hear that soft voice saying “JUST HAVE A LITTLE FAITH ON HIM”... I could hear this. Probably it was Google results that brought this dream to me. I had been searching a lot these days on topics such as life after death, death, beyond death and similar stuffs. I thought these thought worked on me in my sleep. Well something was more important to me right now, something that had to do with my last semester exams. It wasn’t an appropriate time to think about it. After a cup of coffee I resumed my studies.
Perhaps you guys can think over it, so I thought I will let you know. Death has been an interesting topic to me after Life. There is still lot many to discover about death. I believe as LIFE has been gifted to us by GOD so is DEATH. Undoubtedly we die living but ya we have to live our death. May be this a need a little more understanding about death, may be it needs a little more time, may be it needs a little more patience.
Perhaps this dream has a message in store for me and I have to decrypt it. Perhaps I have something that will keep me busy this winter break...!!!
ANSHU KUMAR
Readers who are expecting this to be another romantic flick from me, oops!!! I doubt your expectations. I got tremendous suggestions from my roommates & friends for the last two post and I decide that I will continue with the story. But things don’t go fair all through just as the spring doesn’t last more than a month before autumn knocks in. Yup!!! Correct, I am having my exams and probably will resume with the story in December.
So what I am doing here, supposed to have been studying, mugging. Right? Probably you guys are correct. I should have been dating my books. But then this happened and I couldn’t resist myself from spilling out here!!! Yes “It Happened To me Then”, it happened to me a few hours before and I had to write this. It may sound a little weird to you but then I wanted to post it anyhow. Just have a little patience and ya s the title goes “a little faith”.
6th November 2008, another Thursday in my life. Winter wind works wonder and when the city is pune it always rocks. My alarm sounded at 7 am sharp and I was upright. Perhaps after a long time I had responded to my alarm though it never failed to ring every morning. I sided the half opened window with a gentle brisk. The fresh morning’s smell just made me feel heavenly. Leaving my covetous bed I walked to my drawing hall which led to main entrance door. I pulled it and ah!! There it was hooked gently on the down bolt. I picked it up and flipped through the pages. Barrack obama had promised some evident changes in United States of America & TOI had popularised it well. Every second page contained either a leader expressing his views or industry personae casting his own. I pondered how much the world depends on America. Mrs Pratibha Patil became Indian president and hardly people knew about that & even till date 10 % of Indian population still believes that Dr. Kalam is the president. It’s a real bizarre but in fact a fact.
“America is settled dude but u have to”, I mumbled to myself. Well it was already 8 am and I had done nothing. The sun had risen to its fullest and so was I.
It took me another hour before I had a nice shave and a hot shower. 5 days hence my microprocessors and microcontrollers practical exam was scheduled, and I had to work a lot on this subject. Just two reasons, first it was easily the toughest of practical for this semester. Second Paygude maam was destined to be the one who would be assessing us.
Ah!! Paygude maam, let me introduce her to you. Mrs S.S. Paygude as she is formally known is one of the reputed professors that belong to the faculty wing of my Computer department. She took one course for us the last semester and was taking another two for this. As for me I had respected very few teachers in my life and she definitely belonged to that small list. This was another reason that I badly wanted to do good in her course.
I knew I had to start early because there was hell lot to study and ‘time’ as usual – it was less. I finished of my breakfast and resorted to my study table. I just flipped through the syllabus booklet and a scream made its way through my throat.. “ Fuc..k.. Man 3 reference book...” I was nowhere in a position to use those and desperately wanted to console myself. As a result I powered on my laptop because there hadn’t been a better friend to me than ‘GOOGLE’ for a past few years. I knew I could always avoid these crap books if I stuck to one and for the rest the GOOGLE will work for me. “gimme one prominent book 4 pentium.ASAP” I keyed in the msg and forwarded to A.D. By the time I thought I would listen to one tune from LP. I had hardly navigated to the songs folder when my cell phone flashed. I knew it was a sms from A.D. it read “James L. Antonakos” . I was surprised and angry both. Angry because the immediate reply made me to do away with the thought of LP. Surprise because A.D took hardly 3-4 seconds to reply. “God damn he is so fast. Was he waiting for my sms”, I thought and opened the book.
It was 12:15 pm and while half of my flat was still sleeping I had done quite a bit of Pentium processors. Microprocessors had always interested me as a subject. And I always liked it. We all use computers. It hardly takes a second for the m/c to do what we command to but actually there is a lot of intricacies involved. A number of sequential steps of memory read and processing cycles lie under the small chipsets of these masterpieces. And I am sure if you go through all these you will definitely utter “Fucc..kk does all these requires a second to take place”
I was gruelled by the concepts of Pentium and its associates for the last odd 150 minutes. And it was a time for me to take break. So I plucked in my headphone and queued in a few tunes from the ‘collision course’ album of LP. 15 minutes later I could feel my study table vibrating. “Earthquake..at day.” I took of my headphone in a second and realised that it was my cell phone vibrating. It showed Mumz calling. 5 minutes of conversation and I restored with Mr James L. Antonakos. My mother was happy today coz after a long time she found me studying while she had called. Typical moms.
Microprocessor wasn’t an easy subject though it always appealed me. There was hell lot of trash to go through. Google had helped me well so far. It was almost going to be 2:30pm and I was still glued to my chair manipulating through the horrible topics, referring Intel sheets and GOOGLE of course. A lot was happening away from its ordinance in my life today. I woke early today, had been studying since morning, no calls, no LP, no useless internet. It was a special Thursday I thought. “Enough I can’t any longer”, I spoke to myself. I wasn’t in position to take in anything more other than food. My mind was full and already buzzed. I was in no mood to injure it. I finished of my lunch and resorted myself to my bed after 7 odd hours which rarely happened. I attached some nice tunes to media player on my laptop from some latest flicks.
Gradually the sound of the music started dying away and a silence filled my ears. 10 minutes later I found myself at railway platform. A platform where no trains laid, but the tracks, a platform which was unusually peaceful, no shrieks of trains, no collies cries. It was all silent. “Hey where I am??” I thought. I tried figuring out but the result holded a null value always. “My clothes...How is it changed.. I never wore jeans today early morning!!” the excitement had now started to change to apprehension. I thought to stroll ahead if I could find some human souls. 100 metres past I found myself at the same place. Same old bench lied where I was a few minutes ago. I tried in reverse direction and was back to damn same place from where I had started... “Is this some kind of Matrix?” I grumbled. Now the apprehension was gradually turning into fear. “Help...help...help...help!!!”, I started crying.
“Yes young man!!! What can I do for you?” I felt a hand on my shoulder. Suddenly I turned back. Stood there an elderly man aged middle of his 70’s. “Who are you?” I asked in astonishment. “Don’t panic young man”, he continued,” you have come here to know something”... “Know...what the shit ‘know’..?”, I yelled back. The old man softly spoke, “know something that you always wanted to”. He continued, “Son don’t worry. You will be back...Don’t panic, come sit here”, he pointed to the nearby fixed bench. I reluctantly sat there. The man’s softness had taken away my fear but apprehensions still resided.
After a while he resumed, “son you want to know where you are?”...”yes” I nodded. “Well you are halfway life and death...the same place where I am since a year”. “So..rr..y, I didn’t get you sir”, I replied humbly. “Ok ...let us understand this way. What after a person dies?” he asked me. “Well as we believe he is back to the place from where he came, back to his creator “I replied. “Very correct. But what if he doesn’t dies?” he spoke. “In that case he lives like me or you??” I replied back. “What if the person is not living and is not back in creators hand”, he asked me again? “In that case ....hmm....hmmm hmm !!??” “He is here?”, he replied briskly. “What the F...u...c...kkk?” I cried. Suddenly my comfort zone had disappeared and I was afraid again. I stood up in amazement. “Be calm young man!!”He tried comforting me again. I sat down. Now heed to me very carefully. He resumed. “Son what we know always is not correct. There are some truths that need awareness and an open mind that is liberated, which can think beyond the bars of logics and reasons. So is this truth. This is the place midway between your life and you death. None of us get anything before time and the same applies to ‘death’. This is the place where many of the creatures come before death. Even I am here since a year. Perhaps it’s not time for me to die. While your physical body suffers from the pain on the earth the soul is liberated over here. And ya it’s even not true that everyone who makes over here moves ahead. Some are even retreated back to their world and family. It’s HIS entire wish. No one can defy his laws.” “Why is this injustice?” I prompted. “Well as I told you it’s always HIS wish. Even I don’t know more about this. I have been one of the passengers that came to this platform. When time is appropriate I will depart. It’s HIS entire wish. You need to have faith on HIM. Just a little faith.”
I heard a shriek...and the wheeling noise. The man continued, “Just step into this train and you will reach from where you came”. I turned around there was no one. I could see the train but the man I was talking to was absent”. I was terrified.
I suddenly rose and flashed up my cell. It was 4:30 PM. I was shocked. It took me a few seconds to realize that I was dreaming. I left my bed and went to washroom. As I was splashing the water on my face I could hear that soft voice saying “JUST HAVE A LITTLE FAITH ON HIM”... I could hear this. Probably it was Google results that brought this dream to me. I had been searching a lot these days on topics such as life after death, death, beyond death and similar stuffs. I thought these thought worked on me in my sleep. Well something was more important to me right now, something that had to do with my last semester exams. It wasn’t an appropriate time to think about it. After a cup of coffee I resumed my studies.
Perhaps you guys can think over it, so I thought I will let you know. Death has been an interesting topic to me after Life. There is still lot many to discover about death. I believe as LIFE has been gifted to us by GOD so is DEATH. Undoubtedly we die living but ya we have to live our death. May be this a need a little more understanding about death, may be it needs a little more time, may be it needs a little more patience.
Perhaps this dream has a message in store for me and I have to decrypt it. Perhaps I have something that will keep me busy this winter break...!!!
ANSHU KUMAR
