QUEEN MAMA VS TELE SERIAL MAMA

My three year old son opened his picture book to learn the alphabet. He pointed the pictures one by one and recited their English equivalent words.......Apple.....Boy.....Cat......Dog.....Elephant....Fish....

He stopped at the letter ‘Q’ and showed me the picture of a beautiful woman with a crown. He wanted to know the English word for that picture. I told him that it is ‘QUEEN’. He did not accept my answer. He shook his head in disagreement and emphatically told, “It is Mama.” I appreciated his love for his mother and gently smiled at him waving my hand on his head. I did not say anything because I did not like to contradict his sweet love for his mother.

Somewhere I had read that a child loves to find the likeliness of his/her mother in other women. I looked at my son. Now he was reading.....Van......Watch......etc.

An hour latter I was now watching a tele-serial. A good looking female actor appeared on the screen. My son looked at her and abruptly asked, “Papa who is she?”

I remembered my previous experience with my son and to avoid any further disagreement I told, “She is Mama (mother).” No sooner could I finish my answer, my wife entered into the room and listened it. Now my wife was no more my wife. She really turned into a live volcano. She violently shouted, “Tomorrow morning in the first bus I and my son are going to leave this house forever. You are so nasty that you are identifying other women as my son’s mother. Did she take the pain to give birth to the child?”

I was stunned and looked with my mouth open. Before I could say anything my wife was in tears. 

A PAGE FROM THE DIARY OF AN EXAM INVIGILATOR

Situation One

“Sir, please help me answer this questions. You will earn Dharma” Told an examinee to the exam invigilator. The examiner gently smiled and told, “I will definitely help you answer the questions but not now. After the examination is over I will keep your request.”

Situation Two

A lady in denim jeans and a stylish vanity bag approaches the exam centre. At the entrance of the exam centre an invigilator who stands there for gate check asks the candidate not to take mobile phones inside. The girl looks surprisingly and then disbelievingly utters, “Are you not going to give support in the examination?” The invigilator shakes his head in firm denial and informs the lady that the examination will be conducted in all fair means. The lady turns her back and walks out feeling disgruntled.

It may be mentioned that she had come with Rs 30000/- (Thirty Thousand) in her vanity bag so that she could bribe the examiners.

Situation Three

A bearded teacher who works in a neighboring institute comes directly into the superintendent’s chamber and asks the superintendent unashamedly, “Sir, will the examinees not get help in the examinations? It is injustice to be so strict to the examinees who join in distance courses just for getting a degree or a promotion.” The superintendent replied, “No way Sir. We strictly follow the rule: No Chits and No Tips.”

Situation Four

“I want to talk to you privately,” said a middle aged over-weight examinee to the superintendent. The superintendent allowed him for a private conversation. Both of them talked for few minutes inside the chamber. When the man came out of the exam centre superintendent’s chamber, he was very dejected and irritated. After his departure I came to know that he had introduced himself as a political stalwart having immense power in his possession and he would see to us if he is not allowed copying in exam hall.

Situation Five

Somebody is heard saying in a challenging tone in the local market, “Let us see how they can stop us copying in the examination.”

Full n Final conclusion

One Kejriwal is enough to over throw all RED LIGHTS from VVIPs' car tops. One conscious step is enough to check all unfair means. Just you need a will power to ignore the above 5 situations. JAI HIND.

NO DANGER, NO PRAYER

That night I was called in an emergency to College hostel in the late night because a girl was breathless and immediately needed to be taken to the hospital. The principal needed my car and me.

The face of the clock showed 1 am. When I opened the doors of my room a gust of cold wintry wind rushed inside. In spite of the bad weather I had to attend the sick.

I felt hesitant to drive in the dead of the night because I thought it was a time when the thieves, robbers and drug addicts perambulated. I stayed in a small locality where people had little to do. As a result they would take more interest and find more pleasure in poking their sniffing noses in others affairs. Without any valid reasons they loved to look others suspiciously. 

Moreover, last year at this time of the year I had sighted bears moving around my house. And this memory sharpened my senses.

With a sad and concerned face my wife bolted the doors and I got into my car but the probability of maximum danger was lying ahead. It was as such- I could drive up to the gate of our campus without any risk but in case the gate was closed then I had to get down of the car in order to open it by myself. As bears might be moving around there, I felt a bit scared. That night the gate was closed and I had to brave the risk.

I got down of the car to open the gates. I started reciting Hanuman Chalisa believing as the devine saviour.

 Every patch of shadow looked like bears waiting to haunt me. With all caution I got down of the car, scanned the area in the headlights of the vehicle and went to open the gate. I managed to complete the task without being eaten away.

I gave a sigh of relief. Closed the door of the car, raised the accelerator and pulled away the vehicle. I did not know when I stopped chanting Hanuman Chalisa. The danger was already averted so I forgot Hanuman and thought about this and that. I mean when danger subsided, my prayer subsided.

Now I reached at the hostel campus gate. That place was also a favourite place for the local bears. I had never thought that the gate would be closed. The same danger was lurking here. In the same manner I had to open the gate by myself. I started reciting Hanuman Chalisa, opened the gate, and came into the car. But this time I completed the recitation of the Chalisa and did not follow the rule, “Rat Gayee, Bat Gayee”.  

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And I believed a thing of heart finds its way through every odd.

The trees stood meditatively as before. The roads were clean, lonely, serene and romantic as before.  I realized nothing had changed much in the last 7 years. The university campus had the same heartbeat .All the faces were strangers to me but they all had the same vibrant, boisterous and jolly expressions that we used to have when we were students.

A slice of cake accompanied with cutting tea (half cup of tea as spoken by the campus students) at the tea stalls and lively chit-chat among friends used to make those days brighter and life more vivacious.

I saw a group of students happily hanging out at a tea stall. I passed by them. Their happy outbursts stirred my mind and evoked past memories.

I walked past the P.G. ladies hostel and took the road that passes by the Siva temple. I was moving forward physically but mentally I was moving backward refreshing my old memories.

It was the road which used to be lonely most of the time, perfectly conducive to love-pairs. A phase of my life was slowly surfacing in my imagination. I remembered those times which had been lost but still existed in some corner of my being.

I remembered how walking on the blacktop road I had first clasped the hands of a lovely girl. Her smiling face and gently cascading hair and the feel of her soft hands had made my heart hopeful of all the beautiful things in life. Holding her hands, in her lovely presence, slowly walking on the road, I had forgotten the world and myself. I had promised never to miss her.

The more I remembered, the deeper I was absorbed in those past moments of love and joyous forgetfulness. I did not like to come out to the world of harsh reality.......

At this time the bells of the road-side temple tolled. Some devotee might have remembered the deity.  I became a little conscious of the world, removed my shoes and bought a dia (lamp) from the shop adjacent to the entrance of the temple. Now I stood before the deity, lighted the dia and with folded hands earnestly communicated the deity to take care of that lovely lady who had first kindled the light of love in my heart.

While walking back I thought now I might not know the address of that adorable girl but my prayers would reach her without an address tag. And I believed a thing of heart finds its way through every odd.

Mutual dependence- a way of life.

My 3 year old son has learnt to ignore you if you are impolite to him.

Today I ordered him to bring a bottle of water which was kept for drinking on a table but he did not care a fig about my request. He did not give an ear to my words. He completely turned a deaf ear. He behaved so because my voice was authoritative and a little bit stern.

I wanted him to respond to my words. But I failed. I told him that I would not talk to him if he did not obey my words. He accepted my challenge and half an hour we did not talk to each other. Now he came to me and asked me to take to the washroom because he needed to pee. I deliberately did not respond to him. I wanted to see his reaction. He was dumb found for some time and then in a flash he went to bring the bottle of water and offered me to drink water. But I turned my face away from him and showed my resentment.

This was a moment when for the first time my son understood that mutual dependence was a way of life and any imbalance in it affects both the parties. With the understanding came a solution and realization. To my utter surprise the young one stood straight before me, held his ears with his hands apologetically and lisped the words, “Bapa Chorri”. (Bapa = Odia equivalent of Dad, Chorri= Sorry as spoken by my young son.)

There was a happy reconciliation and I carried my son in my arms to the washroom.