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George`ji Uncle and his sons

26 Sep

Adding ji to a name is a common practice in most Indian languages. This story is about George uncle or George`ji uncle. He had the usual South Indian mustache and dark complexion. He had two sons Frodo and Bilbo(I know, I took it from Tolkien’s books!). Both were not good at studies. George`ji uncle worked as a laborer in a popular Gulf city. He used to get 3 months holidays every 2 years. He always wanted his sons to study well and not end up being a laborer in a Gulf City but his sons disliked his discipline and were more interested in play than study.

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Years passed by and Bilbo was in his 10th grade, an important juncture in a student`s life. Bilbo as usual neglected his studies and was more into other social activities. He failed to get the passing marks, this made George`ji uncle very sad but still he had hopes on his son. He made him rewrite the exam but to no avail. Finally he made him do an auto mechanic course which had good scope in gulf during those days. Bilbo happily joined the mechanic course but soon discovered that it demanded a lot of physical stamina. Bilbo had no option but to pursue this else he would have to try to pass 10th grade. He decided to pursue it anyways at the same time being rueful of not clearing the 10th grade. Bilbo finished his training and ended up getting a low paying job in the same Gulf city his father worked.

Years passed by and Frodo too was in his 10th grade. Unlike his brother Bilbo, Frodo managed to clear the 10th grade particularly aware of the consequences otherwise. This made George`ji happy and he enrolled him into a good college. Frodo did well there too and completed his graduation in the same college in Business Administration. Frodo had one problem though, he never really understood what he learnt, he just by-hearted the entire chapters and managed to get the passing marks. This made him totally unfit for the job market in his area of niche. Georg`ji uncle learnt of this and was unhappy again. Frodo couldn`t speak English well, hence he ended up as sales person in a Book shop where he was asked to clean the shop toilets too.

Years passed by and Georg`ji uncle hit retirement age and could no longer carry on working in his current job. He resigned for good. Back home whenever he used to think of his sons his temper would flare and he would shout at Frodo and over phone to Bilbo. Gradually like most Indian men he was diagnosed with heart disease. Doctors suggested him an bypass surgery. Unfortunately Georg`ji did not live long, his bypass surgery was a failure and he succumbed to death. This made Frodo and Bilbo anxious, both knew what their father wanted of them. Frodo finally got a job in another Gulf city in an multinational company and Bilbo somehow managed to change his job. Frodo grew rich and mastered the art of living. He married a beautiful educated women from his neighborhood, similarly Bilbo too changed his job and he too got married.

Years passed by now both of Georg`ji uncles son were doing good. What uncle couldn’t achieve when he was alive he did it through his death. Pride of life and lust of eyes took hold of Frodo and he slowly grew to be an arrogant person. He in particular forgot the people who helped him grow. Bilbo remained humble and had the same sober attitude whenever he came to his home town on holidays. Frodo`s arrogance became increasingly irritating to his friends and neighbors. His recluse out of Pride whenever he visited people back home made his neighbors dislike him. Then suddenly the Global pandemic struck, Frodo lost his job. His richness, pride and lust couldn’t help him now. He underwent depression and hung himself up!

I became just another Mohan!

12 Sep

Mohan is a common Indian name used by all three major religions in India. This story is not about all Mohan`s but about the Mohan I admire personally and sometimes, well sometimes do envy.

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My Mohan happens to be from the western coast of India and is working in a famous Gulf City. Like so many Indians from west coast he ended up in Gulf to earn his lively bread. The Gulf city which Mohan choose was not a happening place as it is now, but it promised a bright future with a good income. Mohan worked hard day and night in an advertising firm as a photoshop guy – well you find many Indians as well Pakistanis in this profession across gulf cities.

I happened to come across Mohan on the second job of my career and my first one in Gulf. It was a vibrant city and a luxurious office. Mohan has already finished 3 decades of service when I joined.

It was on Deepavali eve, a famous festival for Indians across all religions in India. As I was about to leave my office signing off for the day, I saw Mohan, still on his seat doing the work he loved. Mohan always left office late, so I just ignored and went home.

Next day morning I happened to see Mohan seated with the same shirt and trouser. Curious I enquired whether he had worked all night. ‘Yes’ he replied, he had a deadline and had to finish it by morning and that he was calling it off today to catch up on some sleep. I appreciated his commitment to work and moved on with my work for the day.

Mohan always used to sync himself with the latest and newest updates in his field. Every morning he spent at least an hour learning new things on YouTube. He was already in his fifties but his passion to keep up was amazing.

We used to chat about the happenings back in India and the nostalgia about our west coast towns and villages. Many people had come and gone in this company, some got promoted and others left when they got the promotion. Our Mohan, like a rock, kept moving basically in the same position for another decade with technically not much increments and bonus. I remember another incident when he was assigned a job at 7pm and he willingly accepted it and did a 24hr shift to finish the job.

Like many people in the Gulf, Mohan’s kids did their primary education here and then moved to India for higher studies. Mohan had invested on some flats in one of the crowded Indian cities to live after retirement and earned a side income by renting them while working here.

Time moved on and Mohan crossed 60 while I finished a decade in Gulf. As he was planning his retirement a universal pandemic stuck this gulf city too. Many businesses got shut down, many lost their income. Mohan, just like any senior in an enterprise, thought he would be safe, but in the turn of events he too was fired.

It was a shock not only for those who worked with him but even for him and he couldn’t digest it for a while. He called me to say a fond adieu. As he finished the call, I thought to myself, ‘was all this effort worth it?’

To a Sparrow

12 May

SparrowAmong the bush, I see a little dweller,
Cute and lovely looks of old world settler,
Small constitution but smart execution,
Oh, Sparrow, we all love you

On the grass beneath you hop your way,
Left and right you look with gay,
You stop and give a high-pitched chirp,
That melodious short chirp we all love

Scavenging for food around with your tiny beak,
From small insects to virtually anything you eat quick,
You have transformed yourself from a seed-eater,
But nevermind, still we love you

A lot of solaces we do get by your looks,
By your cute actions, we are hooked,
Lost in this world are we,
But you remind us that life is still lovely

To a Cattle Egret

1 Jul

Yellow hood and white body,
No glamour but true beauty,
You help of the farmers,
Refuge of the Cattle, blessed be thou.

You cleanse the Cattle from leeches,
They owe thee a lot, but unable to say cheers,
You understand their plight and come to their assistance,
You help keep up the ecological balance

Oh, Egret you teach us a lot,
To help others without recognition,
To love without expectations,
Bend beneath all till death

Sometimes filled with bitterness and temptation,
I go astray, the momentary pleasure I indulge,
You inspire me to do best at all times,
Till in heaven, we find repose at the end

 

To a Bengal Tiger

29 Oct

Ferocious looks, shiny eyes,royal_bengal_tiger_13782220263
Hidden beneath tall grass she crouches slowly,
The mere Blackbuck unaware of the predator,
Succumbs to its death in blink of an eye

The Royal Bengal Tiger with its majestic contours,
Wonders around the Sunderbans undefiled ,
With large paws and claws,
Truly you are the Rambo of the jungle

You once threatened any man`s existence,
Today you are so few and need assistance,
Oh those beautiful days you do recall,
When you had land which no man could own

We see you animatronic everywhere,
From Movies to Malls your facsimile exists,
Hardly do men worry about your welfare,
Though you are endangered and need our care

To A Lonely Indian

3 Oct

A lonely Indian waiting for the train,railstation
Many thoughts seem to cross his mind,
Thoughts about his future, about his past and present portray,
Will he or will he not make it to the end

The life I dreamt prior arriving at this desert land, will I tally,
My fortune, will it expand as expected,
The girl I love, will she marry,
Will it or will it not happen as awaited

My parents need to cosy as they have made me,
Need to meet the villagers expectations helm,
The church that made me strong in faith, needs a contribution of me,
Will I or will I not make it for them

Was it the right choice to come to this desert land,
I am honoured for my work and nothing more,
If my country had enough then this journey banned,
Oh but there is no point turning back till I make it occur

As he moves further in his thoughts, the train makes it,
He boards and goes on,
Joining thousands of indians in it,
Will he or will he not make it to the end