It's LWD

Hi All! This email is to appreciate all your patience,
For hearing and tolerating my words, usually of no sense.
It was not a short journey, some 4 years long,
Projects, emails and calls, that went on and on.
My INFY days: Some were bright and sunny,
With a considerable amount of cloud and rainy.
I took many responsibilities and some awards;
Infy made a MAN out of me, who came as a ward.
Discovered here, were my worth, my skill and my new passion,
Fell in LOVE; afterwards also in heartbreak and depression;
Learning PHOTOGRAPHY: was my biggest achievement,
And once I was also rewarded "NEED IMPROVEMENT".

Gain was made, in every trough and in every crest,

Memories and souvenirs were created for each taste;
I did not name any, to THANK, because they are not few;
GOOD LUCK and LOVE is what I wish, for all of you.
I now move to new horizon, new place to see,
Signing Off from INFY! It is my LWD.

HOW I MET MY VALENTINE

The summer was almost roaring,

The birds were not chirping,

The matter in the college was worse,

The hostels condition were adverse,

Recently a boy felt down; unconscious,

Hostel food was bitterly suspicious,

Truth beneath the cover, nobody knew,

But the anger erupted, not in few,

The whole college got into protest,

There was a general student unrest,

Irrespective of senior-junior bondage,

College property was on rampage,

Everyone on the way was hit and brushed,

Not a single window was left uncrushed,

The whole administration was grieving,

Nobody paid them a single heeding,

The matter was getting out of control,

Police got their best team roll,

The fear rushed, the mass ran away,

Creating a huge stampede on the way,

I too ran, but was struck with a sight,

A girl standing, on the road’s other side,

Nothing excess in her getup, she was simple,

Beauty was the least thing, she had in ample,

Looking around with a fearful eye,

May be she was asking everyone “WHY?”

I hope she was unaware, of the incidents,

May be her presence here, was a coincidence,

May be, she was unable to gather her wits,

So was I, smilingly taking all the stampede hits,

Somehow I gathered my senses and crossed the street,

Grabbed her hand; “Come with me”, I insist,

Her arms were soft and enormously cold,

Hard was her grip on my hand she hold,

We ran till we reached a safe place,

It was a toll and she was stressed,

I stammered asking, “Let’s sit for a while”

She gestured her hands that she is fine.

We didn’t knew each other, nor ever had seen,

But who cares, from then it was a new beginning,

The moment she first spoke, she too had a cute smile,

Long story follows next, but this is HOW I MET MY VALENTINE.

- Bhanu Saurabh

The Birthday Gift

Who doesn't like gifts? Be it a birthday gift, a valentine's gift, a reward or anything else, we all love them. Sometimes we eagerly wait for our birthdays so that we can get those gifts. Some says that the gifts are the symbol of the relationship that you share and while some say gifts is just a formality. I personally never agreed to both but to some extend I think that it is given considering of your present state of life. Now you won't gift a crayon box to a seventy year oldie, neither will you gift a walking stick to a cuddly baby. It all depends on the phase of life you are passing by, but all with utmost love and care.

There is a common trend among boys of gifting a pack of CONDOMS to their friend, precisely male on their eighteen plus birthday anniversary. Now that sheepish smile on your face suggests that you must have gifted someone or was gifted by someone, if not then in other case you are thinking to do so in near future, or you are just excited with the plan. Well that’s really funny for both the receiver and the giver, but sometime it may be fatal. So it happened with my friend Arijit Mandal.

Introducing you to him first, “Arijit Mandal aka Rajesh aka Audi is among my college-mates with whom I chummed-up on the very first week of the college. Needless to say, I was correct in my decision, he is one of my close friends now. A total sports freak, who used to participate and play every sport played in our campus. The specks on his eyes gave him a studious look and his hair-style made him look innocent but he was poles apart from his appearance. Initially a die-hard Romeo for his girlfriend (oops! sorry read love) but later in the post breakup era he became a super-stud who considered girls to be a use-and-throw material. His encouraging speeches on the dark side of being committed were the main life-support for my single-hood. He was my eighty percent exam time roomy, because during these days he visited his room only for nature’s call. He is a guy who can do anything for having fun. Money was never an issue for him, as he was the sink for multiple money-vending sources. Thus he was the universal interest free loan giver among his friends. The best part of his personality was that he never hides anything from his friends. For him friendship was all that counts and matters most. He is worth being a friend.”

It was on my twenty third birthday anniversary i.e. 23^rd September 2012. A graduated Engineer in Computer Science and Engineering, by professional and placed in WIPRO on paper, but socially unemployed. I was still waiting for my call later from the company. The wait was killing me but being frank it was a leisure time for all of us, specially my friends and my volley team.

Birthday back in hostel was a painful deal and the most haunting time that anyone can ever experience in his tenure of hostel life. Friends dump their frustration and anger on your whole body, making it a punching bag. Birthday Bumps are termed as love for friends but I never felt like that. I thought birthday in home will be peaceful one but I forgot one thing that all my school friends also had a similar hostel life thus the ritual continued. The only difference this time was that the thrashing was not conducted in my room but in a remote place where there was no disturbance of any family member, public or police who can misinterpret it as many-to-one fight. Still I say that it was a lot better than hostel, the number of hands were much less.

Treat is the essential follow up after the amateur-level-kick-boxing. My hometown Saltora, a small place in Bakura District, doesn’t houses any five-star or three-star restaurants but the highway dhabas are the place where you can get your favorite cuisine and liquors. Comparatively a cheaper treat, allows you to declare “as much as you can eat” clause for your friends, hence making you a hero.

Loads of gifts and packets were an unexpected thing that they gave. With a gleeful mode I went back to my room. Few wrapped gifts from my family were also waiting in my room. I was dead tired to open them, thus I decided that I will do that in the night.

After the dinner, my mom was arranging the bed for me and I was sitting on the table, unwrapping those gifts. Dad gave me a new mobile while mom gifted me a new suit. Pair of goggles was gifted by my brother while my grandpa gave me a new camera and that was a DSLR. Hats off!! Dadu, yours is the best. Now it was the turn of my friends, one pack which was in the size of a geometry box had a beautiful pen inside it. Another packet which was a box of about a foot cube had a football. Both were awesome. At last there was a box, which was almost equal in basement as that of a geometry box but high enough to accommodate five such boxes. It was a strange gift size wrapped with white cover, which I initially thought it to be some memento or some statue. The label on it said,

“Match Practice is very important before the actual match. Best of luck and YES! Happy Birthday.

From- I won’t write it here”

Now it was pretty sure that it was a sports accessory, may be a cricket gloves or sporting equipment that is used during match practice. The strange thing was that it was totally clueless about the donor.

“Do you like the gifts”, my mom suddenly said. She was still two meters apart from me but trying to peek to get the best view from there.

“Yes all of them”, I told a lie as I was still left with the last one.

“There is one left I hope”, Mom said and resumed back to her job.

Yes that was left and I was curious. I tore up the cover. It was a brown coated box with another label which said,

“Open at your own risk”

I smelled something fishy. Many things rolled in my mind. My mind was shaping new thoughts ranging from dangerous to nasty. I slowly tore the layer to see the minimal possible part of it and avoid embarrassing circumstances. The moment when I saw the gift, the earth seemed to stop revolving, the sky became motionless, the surrounding became intact and except my heartbeat every other moveable object around me seemed to be stopped.

It contained about ten packets of condoms. It was not the only collection in our home, rather one of the many but the brand was different. My mother was a Matron in the government hospital, by profession and there were lots of condoms in the store room of our house which were meant to be distributed among poor people under the government plan of Family Planning. Even though I was a ward of a mother who encouraged the use of condom, but I was definitely not under her plan, at least in this age.

Now everything was clear what that “Match Practice” and “Actual Match” meant for.

Even few can be used but not all of them. I won’t deny the fact of my previous experiences with this matter, but won’t reveal on whom. I can only assure you that it was not a paid experience. It’s a secret that only few friends of mine know. Things can be handled, but right now my mom was present in my room, the biggest disaster waiting. The brand ambassador of Family health and planning of my locality can also become a bandit queen sometime, which I feared the most.

I decided that I can keep a couple of packets and dispose the rest, but at this moment I was unable to. There was no place of hiding them. For the first thought, my cupboard would be the best place to hide, but it was accessible for my brother. Too Risky!

Showcases were my second choice but the maid used to brush them, no way can I risked my image. The CPU cabinet was the best place, as nobody use to open it, but the space was too less inside and opening it would create an unwanted havoc in the home. Bad Idea!

The flush cabinet in the bathroom was an unused space for days as it was out of order since last ten months. It was perfect place, as nobody cleaned it, or peeped into. My mom was still arranging the room, as per daily routine. I had to send her out and I started searching for the reason. Suddenly an idea popped in my mind.

“Maa can you bring me that yellow track pants that you bought me last year”, I had no clue of her answer.

“It is in your cupboard”, Mom replied as if she was two hundred percent sure.

“No I didn’t get that”, I was an idiot. She opened the cupboard and within moments she threw that very cloth on my chair. Faster than Google; maybe within 0.019 seconds. IDEA FAIL!

I had no idea what to ask her so that she leaves the room. I already had food so asking for it would create more confusion and suspicion. There was no idea in my to-do list. I opted for waiting, till she moves out. While waiting I kept the box on the farthest position of table, with respect to mom. Half an hour passed, her work seemed to be increasing every second, but after an hour she went out. Good Radiance.

I hurried into the bathroom as if I was suffering from a bursting rectum, which was an expected excuse after a birthday party. I opened the flush cabinet; it was a clean and dry bucket with a red layer of depositing iron on it. I kept the packet inside and locked it. I filled a bucket of water and poured down into the pan, making enough noise so that my family is confirmed that I was disposing my waste and no other hidden intension.

The plan worked as nobody asked any reason for my absence when I came back to my room. The night went perfectly with a sound sleep and sweet dreams. Early in the morning, the alarm rang and I stopped it. The purpose of the alarm was to remove the pack out of the house, but I forgot.

It was ten o’clock in the morning when I woke up. The last night incident suddenly flashed into my mind and drifted towards my secret possession. I open the flush but it was not there. My heart pumped nearly ten times faster and my vision seemed to be blurred. I had no idea where on the earth it could be and enquiring about it would be a huge risk. I came out of the bathroom and looked for the dustbin, but it was empty. I checked the store room but there was no trace of it. I went back to my room and turned everything but it was also absent there. I searched the shoe-case but it was not there. I searched every possible place where it may be kept. My “Search & Destroy” mission was an undercover issue but now it was not and then suddenly mom came to me and said, “What are you searching?”

My forehead drenched with tiny sweat droplets. A gulp of saliva filled my mouth and I swallowed it. Legs were vibrating and hands were shivering. I was confused whether she knew it or not, but I had to reply. “Conn---”, I controlled my tongue and my mind. Both her eyebrows peaked and both her hands came up to her waist. I have already dug my grave and to be precise enough I was half way down there. “Yes”, she said but this time in a bit firm voice. “Converse Shoelaces”, I corrected myself. A bit relaxed but the danger was yet not over.

“Well I have thrown them away. Go and bath now. You are already late for the breakfast”, her anger was reasonable as it was really late but still I was not sure about who really did that. But one thing was sure that mom was not the one. I followed her order straight way.

Somehow I had my breakfast but I was still tensed. Dad was out for his work and so was my grandfather. My younger brother had his classes so he was also absent. Except mom and me, there was only a maid in the house. After an hour Mom too went for her work and so did the maid. I was alone in whole house. I turned and checked every bit of the house but it was not there. I was dead tired and confused. I searched the garage and also the garden but needless to say, it was not there.

Just before lunch everyone except my brother came back to home. There was no behavioral change in anybody while talking to me and that made me further puzzled. At one point of time I thought that it must be mom but she was behaving sportingly. It was just a thought and it’s impossible in reality. I thought to give it a chance and I asked mom, “When did you throw away those??”

“Last month only”, she replied and I relaxed. She still thought that I was asking her for those shoelaces. Dad and grandpa were busy eating their food and nobody paid a heed to my question. Fine I thought let it go. Everyone went back to their work, leaving me alone but this time I was bit relaxed and got busy with my computer games. Time is a relative term as per Einstein and it was true, within few moments an hour passed in the games.

“BANGGGG!!!!”, my semi-torn missing gift fell on my keyboard and few packets came out of it spreading on my table. My mind and my fingers came to stand still. AT LAST!!! The time came when I will be questioned for all possible relation with that thing that was given to me as a “GIFT”. Now my entire family will have a doubt that I am having an affair and I have to tell them several lies on their face. I will be asked to stay away from such friends. Dad will give lecture on my duties at this age. Mom will fume with anger and grandpa will sulk for few days. Nobody will talk to me properly. Everyone will consider me the black sheep of the family. I felt a minor heart ache thinking those. I didn’t know who threw it on my keyboard nor I dared to turn back and see. I just closed my eyelids for as long as I can. I was just praying God to give me strength to bear this tough time. I was just hoping that this topic may vanish as quickly as possible. I kept my eyes closed for few odd minutes and then I took a deep breath. I gathered some inner strength and made myself prepared to hear the scolding. I slowly pushed my chair back and placed my feet on the ground which was way colder than normal. Slowly I pushed the armrests of the chair and raised myself to stand and then turned as the hero of some family drama soap does in Star Plus or Sony.

“Rajesh, you are such a fool. You forgot to lock the flush after keeping it inside. You were lucky enough that Masima didn’t saw it before me”, it was my cousin Appu, who stayed few blocks away. Appu was my maternal cousin and he called my mom masi. He is just a month elder to me and to be more specific he is my best-friend from the time when we didn’t wear underwear. He was my savior, he was GOD right now. I was still under shock and could not think that this can happen. With my trembling speech I simply asked, “HOW?”

“I came here in the morning for getting some pills. I had fever last night. I went to toilet and I saw the flush half open. I tried to close it but I couldn’t. I peeped in and found it. When I saw it I was sure that it was nobody else than you. I passed it out from the ventilation and later collected it from outside. I kept it in the dickey of my bike and I brought it here”, he said and I gasped some air. My mom’s small medicine storeroom was always there for help for our clan and extended clans. I was relaxed that my “Good Boy” image in front of my parents was still intact. He made it so. I made him sit in the chair and disposed the packets after keeping some, as per my plan. I knew he had lot of questions in his mind and I had to answer them. He knew every bit of me and my dark side too, thus it was not a problem. I open the refrigerator and took out two bottles of cokes. I gave him one even-though he deserved a lot and I narrated him all the trauma I went through for that rubber. All that he did after was ROFL. I hope you get my situation.

So just for few funny moments, we can actually make things a bit serious. The phase through which Arijit went, we can even imagine but our reaction while listening to his woe was nothing else but similar to Appu.

LIFE'S HAPPY, if WIFE'S HAPPY

May be its Lady Cheryl Sarkisian or Lady Nancy Ness who quoted it, but any other women in the world will tally her approval to it and a bitter truth for all men.

"MEN ARE ALWAYS AN ITEM OF LUXURY AND ARE NEVER A NECESSITY"

I know it hurts and for all those spunks who boast their relationship status as the best, will be depressed the most, after reading the statement. Some will even curse me for my single-hood and some will totally disagree. The one who is about to get engaged with a girl will know it soon while the married ones are the experienced lots. I have no personal grudge against any committed pair, nor any person specific, but its a truth, the inevitable one. Sorry to say that but I always believed it to be true until I listened to my dad's speech in a seminar conducted by the Ministry of Railways on the theme "Role of your Wife in your Life", around first week of September 2012.
I was busy sorting a problem in one of my projects when my dad came to me and said, "I have been asked to deliver a speech in the seminar. Can you help me in that?" Speaking honestly I was amazed that Dad was asking me for a help and that too in speeches, he is an expert in that.
"Well I can but what's the topic? But why me?" I was more excited to know the reason than the topic.
"I heard that you are writing blogs, so I asked you", my dad said and I was in cloud 9. At least he paid a least heed to my work. He spared his valuable time for that. I was all ready to help him.
"Did you read them?" I was curious to know that which one was his best, but I took the first safe step.
"No, I heard it from Monu", Dad said and all my expectations went to gutter. Monu is a childhood friend of mine and his colleague's son. He never has time for these things. Anyways now my help was just a formality.
"OK! What's the topic?" I said in low tone.
"Role of Wife in employees' life and I have to focus on the drivers' life", he said. He leads a team of twenty five loco-pilots and twenty assistant loco-pilots. Loco-pilots is a technical term for 'train-drivers'.
"Dad in that case I can't help you because of two reasons. First I am neither married nor I have or had any girlfriend. Second I never think that girls are responsible for any success. You know that behind every successful man there is a woman as well as behind every unsuccessful man there is also a woman and unsuccessful men outnumbers successful ones. Moreover wives are the universal sink of happiness and money. Only one thing is in abundance: tears. By the way the words 'Happily Married' are the most contradicting word like 'Fully Empty'. So I don't ever support that fact", I quoted the dialogue from Pyaar ka Punchnama.
"That's very rude Bhanu. Woman are equally important in the country's progress. How can you leave half the population worthless", he said in annoyed tone.
"Which is the most developing country in the world, considering the past and the present state?" I asked him a simple question.
"United States", he replied within few nanoseconds of the completion of the question.
"The people of that country never elected any lady as their president. The only reason for that is that they are intelligent people and they know that they can't rely on any stupid color-conscious mind to rule the country. Take example of any lady leader in the world, they are either assassinated or dragged down from power because of certain baseless reason. They all did that because they are never best as number one post holders. They are good as number two. By the way many great personalities had said that there is a woman behind every evil-deed which ranged from Mahabharat to common family disputes", I was blowing out my frustration. I wanted to add more but I halted at a strong point.
Usually I am not an anti-woman kind of man but the current problem which I was sorting in the project was because of a girl only. Her oversensitiveness about colors in her project's layout had made me an artist who paints in hexadecimal numbers rather than color-tubes and brushes. The words were only because of her.
"You should attend the seminar and specially my speech. You must know something", Dad said and handed over a pair of passes for the event, which read 'VIP PASS'. I kept them on my table after he left my room.
The rest of the night went in weird silence as we both avoided to talk to each other after that small knick-knack. We ate our dinner in silence, as if we were mourning. Mummy was totally confused seeing this, but we can't sort the problem in front of her so we avoided the topic.
Next morning before leaving for the event, dad came to my room and said, "You should come by twelve noon". I nodded in acceptance and avoided the rest of the conversation. As per his request I reached sharp at twelve in the seminar hall where the program was scheduled. It was full house event where people came with their families except my dad. I occupied a seat just beside the exit door and this was an intentional move as the exit door would provide me an easy escape when things will get boring.
There were few classical dances and songs presented by the tiny-tots of the employees. Their tiny limb movements made the ambiance a bit interesting and the cute faces lit everybody's mood. None of them were known faces for me, but I loved it. It was followed by other cultural programs, which were neither boring nor very interesting.
At last the Divisional Railway Manager abbreviated as DRM was called for his speech. It seemed like he has mugged up his speech last night because he delivered it without any 'thinking halt'. He quoted many personalities, most of them were unknown to me. The audience was paying him attention just because he holds the supreme power in a division, else then nobody was interested in his bookish jabbing. He was followed by several Sectional Engineers from different departments. The language bound was not led off, thus the speeches were delivered in all three of them, i.e. English, Hindi and Bengali. But all seemed like they have committed it in mind and are vomiting on the podium. The claps and the applauds dropped exponentially as the time passed. Everyone said about how their wives are responsible to bring up their home while they are out for work. How a wife waits for her husband for having lunch or dinner together. They do several religious fasts for the longevity of their husbands' life. I think they all consulted the same Wife's manual for the event.
Then came Dad's turn. I was too bored from all those speech-cum-lectures and honestly speaking I was expecting the same from him also. He went to the podium and unlike others he didn't wished any of those officers there but to the wives of the employees with folded hands and saying, "My heartiest welcome and gratitude to all the Wives of the Loco-Pilots. I am thankful that you all spared your valuable time to attend the event. Aap aaee, bahaar aaya". This was followed by a loud applaud from the audience and especially from the section where the feminine species had occupied their seats. BJP had once offered him their candidature in his college election but he denied and now I understand why they offered him.
"I know that you all had lot of dreams before marrying your fellow husbands. One of them must be spending quality time with them. For you the definition of husband before marriage , must be some what like this. You will wake up your husband early in the morning for office. Both of you would have a splendid breakfast before he leaves for work. You would pack him some marvelous lunch which he would love to eat during his office break. In the evening when he returns back, you would serve him with some fabulous dinner. After that you would have some quality time together before a sound sleep. ", this was a plot from any Indian film where we find a husband and a wife living happily, but Dad quoted it, which was followed by a shriek of snigger among the audience and specially the newly married women.
"But these are yet dreams because you married a loco-pilot. Very Unfortunate. Actually I want to make one thing clear that inside a loco-pilot there resides five animals. They don't have any fixed office time and mostly they have to work in nights like an owl. After the work they come back home at some unusual time and sleeps like buffalos. Morning is not the time they wake up, its when their eight hours rest is over. When they wake up the frustration of their work is tunneled on the food and family members, making them a barking dog. They have hardly eighteen hours of time in their home after which they can be called for work anytime, thus they are always alert like any grazing deer. Uncertainty Rules. Once called for duty, they have to report within two hours. In this two hours they have to eat, get freshen and trot to office like horse", he narrated the reality. It was acknowledged by audience with loud claps and guffaws. Yes it's true, a loco-pilot has a similar life. Dad has served the Railways for twenty years as loco-pilot and it was worse in the initial ten years when his work was in goods trains. Those five animals owl, buffalo, dog, deer and horse were also present in him.
He continued, "I was no exception. I was rather the extreme form of these animals. You can ask my wife. It is really tough to handle five animals at the same time. I feel that only an Indian wife can tolerate us because in America, one gets divorced for snoring. It is you who make us human. I want to focus the wife's role in that. They scarifies their sleep when you reach back home or before you leave for work, to prepare healthy food for you. They are also a mother who send her child to school early morning, everyday without failing. They also do the marketing and other household chores on daily basis. They take care of the fact that you are not disturbed when you are in Z mode. They also look after the studies and the homework of their children in the evening. After all these they happily tolerate your barking for silly reasons without complaining. They don't experience any quality time with you but still they work hard to make you happy". The words were equally true and it was all that mummy experienced for all these days. I hardly saw her sleeping. A collective sigh ran in the audience and it was like Cupid's arrow in the hearts of all the loco-pilots present there. The speech triggered awesome smiles in their wives' face. A lady beside me even jolted her husband telling, "Listen! He is telling the truth but you will never understand". Her husband cuddled her in response, the dark auditorium has its own advantages. This 'you will never understand' is a very common term for any married woman. Anyways I resumed back to the affective speech to avoid the scene.
"But there is certain thing that the wives should also keep in mind. Your husband is not doing any normal job. He operates a vehicle weighing seven thousand tons, on just two parallel tracks. There is no facility for them to sit and drive, they keep standing throughout the run. The one in passenger trains and express trains are responsible for about two thousand lives, which in-fact means two-thousand families. Even a single mistake can take the lives of hundreds. A single yawn or drip of eye is like playing with live bomb. If the Railways makes an extra-ordinary profit, then the credit is distributed among all but if an accident happens the driver is the one, who is first responsible. But in actual case drivers should be given their credit for the profit. Even when a train is delayed, the passengers curse the driver first but nobody appreciates them when the train is on-time. When a bus collides with train in any UN-manned crossing, the people find the train-driver responsible. When the train derails, the driver is responsible. You should be a proud wife that your husband work with such a responsibility, without any proper appriciation that they deserve ", this time his voice was more firm and determined than the last one. His words widen the chest of the loco-pilots while gave a guilt trip to many officers. There was a pin drop silence. Even the couple beside me were silent.
He continued,"Some of the wives complain about their husband that they spend more time with their friends and not with them. To all those wives, I would suggest that provide him with the peace that he needs and your complain will vanish. Now for all the loco-pilots here, you can't do anything with your daily schedule. It's your work and you have to do it. In case you can cooperate with your wife to make your life happy and your home a better place to live in. If you take a few step to help your wife, she will run for you. She is also a human and she also needs some refreshment. Take her to a tour in your next holiday and you will find the change for sure. Avoid taking her for granted. Appreciate her works. At least watch her favorite TV channel with her when you are at home. Ask her about the last episodes and she will be excited to interact with you. Sometimes make her some dishes irrespective of your cooking skills, she would love to eat. Take some time off from your work to call her and inform her about your arrival before-hand. You are a wandering bird so bring some surprise gifts for her, from far off places that you visit. Won't you love to see her smiling face when you return. Won't you love to be the one responsible for her gleeful hours. Won't you love to have a wife who cherishes your presence than your absences. Won't it be great that your wife boast about you rather than grumbling about you. These are not dream but it's a result that you can get. You have to do just your part of work and leave the rest for her. LIFE'S HAPPY, if WIFE'S HAPPY. I hope you all find my point valid to implement in your life. Thus I end my speech with a hopeful node. Thank you", he concluded and the audience burst into applauds. I was stun with the standing ovation from the DRM which was followed by all others in the auditorium. The rest of the event was meaningless for me and many others. After the event, during the lunch, I thought to talk to him but he was surrounded by many. The speech had made him a small celebrity there. I pierced the crowd around him and went to him. He smiled as he saw me struggling in the crowd. I went to him and said, "Awesome Dad and thank you".
He smiled and said, "That was my pleasure". He introduced me to his seniors and bosses. The party was over but it was an enlightenment for many including me. Hats off! DAD.

The Name Shakes!!

Uncle Shakespeare had once quoted in his famous romantic work "Romeo and Juliet", the very name that every next person cites to their love-story:

"What's in a name?that which we call a rose;By any other name would smell as sweet"- says Juliet to Romeo

Uncleji with due respect to your tedious works and the fantabulous comment that you made Madame Juliet to convey to piteous Monsieur Romeo, I just want to ask that you never referred what to do with the names that means something weird in some other language and the difference of slight change in the phoneme can change the whole meaning. Anyways Uncleji sometimes the name can shake your mind also.
Mr. B. Singh is one of the schoolmates of my dad. He was an extra-ordinary student with gentle behavior, loads of intelligence, phenomenal hand-writing, unobtainable grades, countless achievements and vast out-of-the-book knowledge. He was equally lucky too, to be born with silver spoon in his mouth. His ancestral property was so huge that it can feed his next eleven generations without letting anyone to work for a single day. His ancestral farmland added more dividends to it every season. There are legends about his family in the area that a troop of elephants used to serve them as their royal carriers. Despite of having all this modes of happiness, Mr. B. Singh was still not happy and do you know what was his reason of sorrow. It was his NAME.
He weighed four kilograms when he was born and because of his heavy weight his grandfather decided to felicitate him with a name that can make you feel the weight by mere listening to it. Many nominations were placed but all were rejected for some or the other reason. His uncle suggested "HANUMAN SINGH" but his grandfather readily declined that because it sounded like you are calling two animals at a time. 'Hanuman' was although a Hindu God but the term was used in Hindi for stating a monkey while 'SINGH' was although their family-name but in Hindi it meant lion. So after a prolonged debate between the family members and several Yes-No's, the Singh family finally named their prince as "BALRAM SINGH", naming him after a Hindu God Lord Balarama who is considered to be the elder brother of Lord Krishna and the teacher of the art of fighting with mace of some great muscular personalities like Bhima and Duryodhana, as per the Hindu Mythology.
Everything went quite happily but the twist came when Mr. B. Singh was studying in eighth standard. His class-teacher as well as his teacher in English was Mr. Bipin Sengupta who was a Bengali. His English had the perfect smell of Maccher-Jhol in it i.e. his well-furnished English had a strong Bengali accent. On the first day while taking attendance he spoke in fragmented speech "Bal... Ram... Singh". Well there was a huge population of Bengali knowing student in the class and from that day everyone started teasing him with that. "Bal" is a slang in Bengali. Mr. Sengupta considering the seriousness of the matter with his student decided to give a visit to Balram's home. He explained Balram's father the vulnerability of his name and the potential disaster he can face if anyhow he shifts to the neighbouring state West Bengal. He requested them to change the name with immediate effect otherwise once registered in the board exams it will be a mess. So, on Mr. Sengupta's request "BALRAM" became "BOLRAM".
His misfortune did left him with the previous name. Three months later Mr. Sengupta was transferred to an unpronounceable place of Andhra Pradesh and another teacher Mr. S. Bhalla replaced him, who was brought up in Punjab. While announcing the names of the students in a debate competition he spoke up "Bol.. Ram... Singh". Now the Hindi word "Bol" means 'to speak', thus after such an addressing of the name, poor B.Singh's name was further modified as "Boloram Singh" by his friends. The complain went to his father via the principal who received the complain from Mr. Bhalla. On the direction of the principal, Balram's name was re-registered as "BALLRAM". Now nobody made any mistake with the pronunciation.
But another time life exhibited him the deprivation with his name. The admit card of Matriculation Exam arrived and there was a minute mistake on the parameter of spell check but a disaster for him. The first 'L' was replaced by an 'I' and making it "BAILRAM". The class teacher while distributing the cards sounded "Baill-Ram". 'Baill' is a Hindi term for BULL. The announcement was enough to trigger wild guffaw in the class and re-modification of his name among friends. Life seemed to be full of surprises but for Balram it was full of shocks.
Balram Singh personally went to the head office for the correction but the explanation what he got was again a potential threat with the name. A person with gray hairs and a carrom board striker sized spectacles on his eyes explained, "Son, we usually don't do such mistakes. The only reason for the mistake would the base of the first 'L' of your name may be shorter in length compared to the second one. Thus it seemed to be an 'I'. Son, we usually don't give such suggestions but I am giving you a suggestion on virtuous basis that change the spelling of your name to BALRAM. It will be better".
Balram didn't follow his suggestion but rather became tense with the mistake that may have occurred in the form. If it occurs again then he will be in serious trouble.
The mistake happened again, he was the gold medalist in Physics Honors. On the convocation day, the university had arranged a world class presentation ceremony and lot of eminent personality were invited. The anchor announced his name as "BALL... RAM... Singh" sounding of some kind of cricket ball. After the announcement, the audience burst to laughter instead of applause and claps. He felt insulted and this time he decided to change his name to "BALARAMA", referring to the English version of Bhagwat Geeta. The best thing he did this time was that he did affidavit from the court.
So, this time it was a legal affair.
Things didn't changed after that too. After serving the Indian Government at different posts and marrying one of his boss's daughter, he felt severe home-sick. He returned to his native place and started his new business. He opened a mid-scale industry that made cutlery of China-clay and a glass. These cutlery have a great demand overseas and especially in countries like Singapore, Australia and New Zealand. Once he went to Singapore to get his biggest business contract ever. But the people there with their Chinese accent called him with some weird combination of the letters in his name. They crumbled, twisted and modified his name in all possible ways. Life became hard for him, because he started hating the thing that people love the most, their own name.
After returning from his tour he was so perplexed that he went to Rishikesh to get some peace for his mind. He was walking uphill along the river Ganga with baffled mind, foiled in some uneasy thought. He had lost interest in living with his name and he wanted to start a fresh life in some unknown place with a new name. His legs were moving but they didn't knew the destination. The heavenly environment didn't made any difference in him.
An hour walk took him to a small ashram. He felt attracted to it. It had a divine environment with plenty of statues of Hindu god and goddess and a large meditation hall. He stepped in, but something prevented him to enter into that meditation hall. It was a large statue on the right side of that hall. It was the statue of Lord Balarama with a large plough and a mace in his hands while his name was written below it. On looking at the name plate, he jumped in rejoice as if he got his greatest wealth of life. He got so indulge in his jumping and pooping that he didn't noticed that people around him were disturbed. His laughter was like a nuclear bomb in the silent environment of the asram. Two guards came running and without even warning him, they dragged him and threw him out of the ashram. He didn't felt bad because he had got something more special to be happy.
Well, can you guess what he noticed that made him so happy. The name plate had something engraved like this:

"LORD BALRAM; also known as BALBHADRA and HALDHAR". 

Yes, exactly the thing you are thinking happened. Another court affidavit was made to change his name. Currently Mr. B. Singh is known as Mr. HALDHAR SINGH, keeping the meaning intact.
So, my dear readers please keep one thing in mind that for the next time if you get a chance to name a newly born baby, then please do him or her a small favour by naming the baby with some spelling and pronunciation robust name and that doesn't pushes him or her into such trouble because some times THE NAME SHAKES the person very badly.

DARE & TRUTH...!!!

You can call me COCKY after this statement but I can bet my entire savings, my entire property and even myself for the fact that, 

"The inventor of the stupid game called DARE & TRUTH is a third person singular noun feminine gender"

This is another step to prove feminism is a superior concept. The game simply converts you into a marionette. The rules are simple, wait for your turn to be interrogated or blandished to do any not-so-appreciable act in public. Chances are given to all. You can also compel others to expose their best kept secrets or can make them perform their most hated challenge. Its all fine if the game is being played among boys, but it becomes worse when there is a girl in the gang. Girls have an inexplicable capability to ruin boys. Researches are being conducted around the globe to know that which hormone of their body is response for it. But I know they can't find anything. Girls are proficient in their exclusive features. Even God keep safe distance from these beautiful devils.
To all single lad who consider the game to be the most-eligible platform to prove themselves, I have a message for you all,

"Don't ever waste your time in this game to impress anyone and neither get excited if any girl calls you cute after your daring and life-threatening stunts because girls recommend puppies cute too"

- courtesy Bhanu Saurabh (thats me only)

To think of worst, the game can be a real nightmare if you have your best friend in the game and he or she is in all mood to sue you. God even can't save you from the disaster.
I was introduced to this game by Sayantani Chandra, when I was in class IX. Nice guess folks, yes by a girl only. I really loved the game for several reasons, out of which funny-situation-oriented questions of Sayantani topped the list. But it was Manavi who showed me the tenuousness of the game and it was really scary. By the way let me introduce you to Manavi:

"Manavi Vatsala aka Manavi aka MV is one of my bestststst...st friends. Originally from a Bihari family, but people often take her as a Punjabi. Her affection to her background forced her to learn articulated Bhojpuri, but just after few sentences she collapses. Living for more than a decade in West Bengal, the ambience had taught her far-better Bengali that can sometimes bring small headaches. She tried her best to get a Kannada accent during her college days, but failed again. BAD LUCK!! Recently she is trying to learn Punjabi too. May God save the language. She tried her hand in dancing too, but her weight always proved to be the CHINA WALL between her and her dancing abilities. It is not true that she haven't done anything to cope up with her weight. Her numerous attempt of dieting has brought her to a state where she can be called as "healthily-plump". Although her favorite exercise is chewing. Nevertheless her paintings and sketches are still used during visual shock therapies, in various psychiatry centers. She hardly ever watches any cricket match but is a die-hard fan of Yuvraj Singh and a supporter of KKR. WEIRD COMBO!! Keeping these things apart, she is a very nice person at heart. She is one who is always there beside me irrespective of any situations. She is a treasure box and a cushion for me on which I can fall back at bad times because her smile and her company is enough for me to stand back."

As you know sometimes friends prove to be better foes and so did she proved once when we were in Class XI.
It was on 14th February, 2007 i.e. the Valentines Day; nice guess, you have excellent knowledge. The normal classes were all over and the revision classes were on. Classes were never full house during these revision sessions, rather only few notorious people, who loved the schooldays more than their holidays, came to attend these classes. That day MV came running to me, grasped a bit and then told, "Yaar, Chandu is looking awesome today, never seen her like that".
She used to call our chemistry teacher as Chandu an shorter version of her name Chandrima Saha. Chandu was neither an out-of-world beauty nor she was an owner of ample bosoms, but still she had many admirers in our class including me. Well before calling me shameless let me tell all you girls who are reading this, that the thing counts a lot for any boy's eyeballs. My introspection states that I was a Chandu's fan because of, her way of delivering speech and her reaction to our out-of-syllabus-questions.
"Just relax MV, let it be", I replied as I had no interest for any chit-chat after my badminton session.
"You will love to see her", she provoked me. I didn't replied.
The first two periods were mere free periods as the teacher was absent and the substitute teacher had left us in self-revision mode. Now everyone knew that these self-revision thing was a metaphor for gossip times. MV kicked off the game "Dare & Truth". At first only two were there excluding MV and me but later more five joined. My turn came and I intensely choose a dare because I knew choosing truth would be very dangerous as my best friend was in the group. But who knew that dare can also kill.
I was given a dare to complete and that to by MV which was "Wish Candu Valentine's Day just in front of whole class" NO WAY!!
Wishing a teacher Valentine's Day and that to in front of whole class was just like pulling the tail of a sleeping lion. It was impossible. A "No" to the challenge felicitates you with the name WIMP and I never wanted that. There was only one way out, the very next period was Maths class and Yadav Sir was our teacher. When MV turn came I gave her a similar challenge to wish Yadav Sir the same. She readily accepted that. It was a perfect trap set, she will wish him, get a bit of scolding and by the time Chandu's class will come, I can skip. PERFECT PLAN.
Bell rang indicating the start of the Maths period. I was rejoicing for my plan. Yadav Sir, a person in his early fifties looked like a retired personal. I have never seen his hairs in any other shade except white. He was an expert in Mathematics but his English has always been matter of concern for us. He twisted and crumbled the language in all possible ways. Anyways now what I wanted was some hindi-soap-opera drama from him after MV wishes him.
Yadav Sir arrived and all the students stood up to wish him in unison "Good Morning Sir". This was the time when you find your whole class to be united, irrespective of the standard you are in. From Nursery to Class XII the wishing unity remains intact, the only thing that changes is the stretching of the last word. The length of the last word's pronunciation is inversely proportional to the class you belong.
Anyways Yadav Sir reached the podium and everybody sat except the girls. They wished in another unison "Happy Valentine's Day Sir". TOTALLY UNFAIR!!
I asked MV to wish her but she added all girls now the blame can't be distributed. Anyways but a scolding is a scolding even if it's uniformly distributed. But there was no scolding at all. Come on Sir, show some anger. If that is not possible then animate something close. But Yadav Sir blushed like a teenaged girl who just received a long awaited and expected proposal from her dream-guy. Sir that's not fair. Some of these girls' fathers are younger than you. Even worse you have two daughters and one of them is having kids.
The total unexpected reaction from him flushed all my plan to gutter. After his blushing and giggling of these girls got over, he just replied with a suppressed smile, "Take out your notebooks".
MV turned towards me and in her mute version she reminded me that next class is Chandu's and it will be my turn now. As they have done it successfully, it was the question of my boasting ego. I knew that I had a philanders' image in everybody's eye but wishing her alone will make me eve-teaser chauvinist. But these girl had showed me a way. Eighty percent of the class were boys and so the scolding of Chandu can be well distributed. Thus I shared my woes to my class brethren, but got a mixed reaction.
Sahil said, "Fuck off man. Can't axe my own feet for this silly reason".
Arnab spoke, "Forget it. Can't spoil my good boy image in Chandu's eye".
Prabhakar and Samrat had a phobia to dreadful acts, so I didn't asked them.
Harsh showed some pity as his point was, "Bro! I will support you". Thanks Harsh, at-last got one. He was my true friend. Fuck you Sahil and Arnab.
I asked few more but none seemed to have courage like Harsh and me. Anyways sometimes one is enough to support. The maths class went in vain as I was busy collecting support.
The bell rang and Yadav Sir went out. Chemistry Class Starts. BEST OF LUCK TO ME.
After five odd minutes, Chandu came. WOOOW!! Simply great.
She wore a stunning sari. MV was right. It was really hard to believe that she is married and she is having two children. How can anyone be so well maintained. She reminded me of many Bollywood and Hollywood actresses who looks prettier with age. Anyways if I had to predict her age then it cant be beyond some early twenties.Who says times trolls beauty.
Anyways she reached the podium and everybody wished in unison, "Good Morning Ma'am". Well MV was too much smiling. She knew what dooms day I have to pass. Its better to be called as a Cheap-guy than a Wimp-guy. I was all ready. Everybody sat but I remain standing. I turned towards Harsh to say that "Its time. GO! GO! GO!". But he sat. He fend as I saw him. BASTARD! you too betrayed.
"What happened Bhanu?" Chandu spoke up while I was still glaring Harsh. I turned back to answer. At first I thought to give up the challenge and sit down but "NO" my male-ego said. The girls have done and I have to prove.
"Nothing ma'am", I coughed and replied. Girls guffawed.
"Then why are you standing?" excellent observation. I was nowhere in the class. My bench-mates Sahil and Arnab turned towards me as if I am about to ask her to marry me.
"Happy Valentines' Day Ma'am", I swallowed a gulp of saliva after saying that. FUCK. I have pulled the lion's tail and what else can I expect. I was DEAD.
"JUST!! Sit Down", Chandu replied, trying hard to suppress her smile. I was relaxed. I turned to MV. Her mouth was wide open in shock. My daring stunt ran some collective tingle and sigh among the boys while muffled giggle among girls. I was the STUD of the class now. Chandu find hard to react but quickly wafted the topic to some serious Hydrocarbon Nomenclatures. Riddance to me. WELL DONE BHANU.
I still praise Chandu and curse Yadav Sir for their sportingly replies. Anyways sometimes its good to have adventures but not the one which threatens life. The game is still played among my friends but I do avoid playing with MV after that day. Its just not my story but can serve as a potential dare which may be a challenge for you to perform, as girls are also reading it. SO BOYS BEWARE OF DARE & TRUTH.

Views & Interviews III

It is a very common trend of gossips and advices given to girls often by the girls, before interviews is that, "Just dress properly, speak proper English without any local accent, flaunt your beauty, show some friendly attitude and a bit of technical fact, you will have the offer letter". Some even say that: Girls who have a worked out figure, doesn't need a sharp brain to take an IT job. When girls can't get things by being intelligent, they can get it by being dumb. BUT IT'S NOT TRUE. I want to give an alert message to all those ideologist that, IT firms hire BRAINS not BOOBIES and never take anything for granted. Some interviewer who are really dedicated towards their job can really give you a tough time in their panels. But there is always a small favor of luck for all those who have either worked hard or are in-born lucky. If you find me an unsuitable person for this advice then you may consult Cindrella Kasyap.  
Ooh!! By the way, allow me introduce you to her first:
"Cindrella... Cindrella Kasyap, from Bokaro.Bokaro Steel City" were the words of introduction by her in our first class introduction. Well it sounds like "Bond... James Bond" but every introduction of her seems to be correct when you have her result card in your hand. She has been in top-three position of our department throughout her college life. Leaving apart her academic achievements, she is very friendly, sweet and nice girl. Many call her Cindu but I felicitated her with the name "Dhakkan" (Hindi term of bottle's cap, rather used to state an idiot). She was awarded with the honour because of her inability to understand the dual-meaning jokes of mine. In return she also calls me "Dhakkan" but she is more popular with the tag among our friends. The best part of her is that: I never had to think before speaking anything in front her because by the time she gets that, I am not in the vicinity.
Anyways she had a real amazing interview in WIPRO on-campus placement drive. She narrated me as:
It was three in the night when Namrata called me to say that my turn for Wipro's Technical Interview is around six in the evening. I asked her about Sumit. She told that Sumit had his turn the next day but she had adjusted it in the evening only. She is a darling. Namrata was our placement cell representative along with Nitesh. I always envied her personality and her presentation skills. She was the true companion of Nitesh in the placement cell. Both of them weigh more than all other placement representative taken together. But apart from her weight which I always wished to have but never had, she was a perfect person to represent the girls wing of our department. Yes Nitesh and Namrata were the face of Computer Science and Engineering.
Sumit has been the person of my dreams. I always found him beside me, at the times when it was most necessary. Although being a very mysterious character for many, he was very simple for me. A bit short-tempered but loveable. Its always an advantage to have an intelligent boyfriend with you. Well in-spite being the topper of the department for few semester, I was a consistent student of him who taught me almost everything. I never knew why he never got such good grades.
Well as per the legends and myths in our college. Interviews were considered to be an easy path for girl, if you fulfill certain girlish criteria. I did. I had the best collection of formals among my friends. Although none appreciated my look on the interview day except Sumit but I say I looked gorgeous. I did my final checking before leaving the room.
Resume: Checked,
Certificates: Checked,
Shoes Polished: Checked,
Hair Style Perfect: Checked,
Lips Glowing: Checked,
Face Lighten: Checked,
Dress Perfect: Checked,
Body Line Awesome: Checked,
INTERVIEWER WILL BE DEAD NOW, so was my confidence.
I was there at five thirty sharp. I saw many of my classmates in the waiting queue. It was really a long queue. Sumit reached after me. He too looked good. I don't get how these nincompoops look so gentle on the placement day. If they look so perfect then why then don't dress up properly. I was really shocked to see some of the boys from our department.Uday, Ashwini, Nawal and all others looked so cool. Bhanu had an amazing interview in the morning but he was there to support others with technical help. He looked HUMAN for the first time after Infosys Interview.
We started discussing the questions that were asked to different candidates till now. I had a perfect interview with Infosys so I was a bit relaxed but Sumit was tensed because it was his first interview. I became restless whenever I saw Sumit being tensed. I was just praying for him.
Well two hours passed, neither Sumit nor I were called. I was hungry now. Huma had a remarkable technical and HR interviews. After that she brought us food. Time was moving very slow rather it was being force fully moved.
Another two hours passed, we were unmoved. Now we had no topics to discuss. WIPRO was testing our patience. It was really an stress interview. Tension, hunger and tiredness were creeping fast. I had to flash water every hour to keep me presentable. It was tough.
Ten at night I was called. The interviewer unbelievably fresh, handsome and sharp. We wished each other. He took my resume and asked me to introduce myself. I did. Then he asked me certain technical questions and answered them perfectly as they were pure fact based question. It seemed to me like a practical Viva. After interrogating for ten minutes he asked me to leave. I was confused that whether he choosed me or not but he spoke up, "You will have a second round of technical interview, go outside and wait" and he returned me my belongings.
I came back to my seat and saw Sumit was still waiting. Nobody before me was asked to wait for second interview. It was strange. The interviewer had a half an hour break at ten thirty. We were being bored. It was really a stress interview going on. They were testing our limits. Two hours passed and it was midnight now. All my make-ups were destroyed now.
Then all of a sudden I was called. This time I was in another panel. The interviewer looked very fresh again. I didn't know how this can happen. They were there in the room since two o'clock and they looked fresh.
"Your document says that you had faced the technical round" , he said with a surprise.
"Yes Sir, but the interviewer said that I will have to give it second time", I replied.
"No there is no such norm, go and claim it", he showed me the way.
I wanted to avoid further delay so I said, "Sir, No Problem, I can give another technical interview".
He smiled and it was a good sign that he was impressed.
He took my CV and first thing he said after I gave my introduction was, "Great grades. You seemed to a bright girl. What a hobby? Solving Puzzles".
Actually I didn't had any hobby like thing so I wrote there "Solving Puzzles", but here I had no other option left than saying, "Yes sir".
"Ok then let me test you", he said. He took out his phone and after pressing few keys he forwarded me the phone and asked to solve a Su-Du-Ku. SHIT NO-WAY. Co-incidentally it was the  same set that my mom had and I had enough experience handling it. Mean while he was busy writing something. It took me ten odd minutes to solve it and break his record, that was saved. He was impressed. I was good.
"Then let me give you another puzzle. I hope you remember Physics", he said and took out a blank sheet.
"Yes, I do", I had no choice. He drew some sketch where a projectile ball was thrown from a hill and it landed on a boat in a river. He asked to derive the total distance covered by the ball.
I was really tensed because it was really becoming hard for me. At-last somehow I struck to basics and applied all possible forces that ball can have and finally forwarded the answer.
He was looking into the sheet as if he could discover a treasure out of it. I was not sure about my answer. I was praying to God and asking myself why I wrote such a hobby. He looked into the paper and then starred at me. Every time he had a different expression and it was killing me. He did it four to five times. My palms were cold now. My heartbeat were faster. I was really tensed but it flew away when he finally spoke, "Perfect". THANKS GOD!!
"You are really logical", he said and I was flying in my mind.
"Actually we need employers like you...",he said and started explaining how Wipro works and how researches are carried on along with the works. He then narrated me his personal on-going project where he was trying to make a game in which a picture in divided into eight sliding parts and its arranged on a panel of nine blocks, leaving one block empty. The moment I heard that I can't stop myself from saying, "My friend has already made that". Yes Sumit had made that.
"Really, Is he here?" he asked with excitement.
"Yes, he is waiting outside", I said.
"Is his interview over?" he asked.
"No", I was immediate in answering.
"Call him", I had a better reaction time. I went out and asked Sumit to come. He hesitated at first and I forced him in. They shook hands and the interviewer straight came to the point. No INTRO, No CV and moreover No HOBBY was asked.GREAT.
Sumit and he started their conversation in some alien language and I was just a mute audience. He saw me doing nothing, so he again gave me a puzzle and asked me solve it. I got busy solving that and cursed myself for referring it as my hobby. Mean-while it never seemed like Sumit was being interviewed, but rather it looked like he was dealing his game.
I took about fifteen minutes to complete. By the time the deal was done and they were shaking hands. He took out two acceptance form and handed over to us saying, "You both must join Wipro and do fill the first preference as Hyderabad. I am working there as Project Manager. It will be a great experience working with you all". He stood up and shook hands. We left. I can't believe that I had crossed the hurdle with the help of the last minuted added word in the resume PUZZLES. It was really great. It was already two o'clock in night and we were quickly called for our HR round.
Well it really feel like fun to hear it but solving Physics derivation and three puzzles, out of which one was su-du-ku, is really tough. Kudos to Cindrella and Sumit. WELL DONE. Girls I hope you get what I wanted to say and Boys one more thing to learn from her interview was that make your resume properly. Every word in your resume counts and has some weight. Just don't copy-paste somebody's resume. Anyways Sumit was paid for his hard work. Four days after the interview he qualified for zonal level competition of Aspiration 2020 conducted by Infosys at Bhubneshwar.