We always analyse a story or a content message and keep on filtering its positive or negative ones. But there are many things I need to learn in Life or Sometimes though learned cannot be decided as Positive or negative. Neutral Zones are only temporary ones for me. Thus is the story of my First Video Game.
In my primary schooling I was not the one who play on grounds. I like indoor games the most. Chess, Carom, Table Tennis, Billiards and Cards were the games I use to spend most of my time with. The World of Indoor gaming was going to be revolutionist in some years that I was not aware of. But I only heard of some technology called TV-Video Gaming. And finally the destiny called, and on one of my mom’s relatives home we went, I saw the TV-Video Game for the first time. It was Dr Premchand Bhagwandas‘s son Ameet was playing in his room. I was amazed with the technology. With pressing some buttons on screen the character called “Mario” jumps on the screen and walks. I was more amazed when he showed me a the next game called “Duck Hunt” A laser Gun was to be pointed on TV and then when We shoot on the screen, the Duck actually gets the bullet and is dropped off flying, and if we miss, the Dog Jumps up the bush and Laughs on us. That was the first Electro Magnetic Artificial Intelligence Insult a 90’s Kid can receive.
I wanted to play both of the game, but Ameet dint not allow me to, may be the game was very expensive to touch that I will spoil by torching it, was convinced to me. I dint question anyone back as my logical brain might not have developed at that age. Only thing I could do was that I came home and kept on Crying. My father did not like it. He felt it so bad and though I did not ask but on his next trip to Bombay (MUMBAI was called Bombay at that time) he got a new Castes TV Video Game form me. The first Time my brain Accepted that the NEW TV VIDEO GAME belongs to me now. The ME, MINE and MYSELF concept got its grip. Just like Ameet did not allow me to touch his Video Game even I did not allow anyone to touch mine. The concept grew bigger and stronger as time passed. Form MY VIDEO GAME to MY CAR, MY HOUSE, MY LIFE.
The small little poor “OURS” was somewhere lost in time, I was reminded by Aniket Garg in class XII that I even scolded him for touching my pencil box when I did not know him. It was initially difficult for me be with friends in my College life where things were used as common in friends. On a recent discussion with Bharatlal Choudhary rhetorical questioned me “Its just like asking the Motor-Byck in Engg. college was yours or mine” pointing out that somewhere back in College days I re-believed that resources belong to US and not ME
Currently I try my best to keep things to OURS but the Roots of ME, MINE and MYSELF are so strong that I don’t really care if I hurt someone.
The story of MY TV VIDEO GAME was definitely MINE but I guess even YOU have experienced some thing which you HOLED ON as only YOURS.

Cheer to Personalization

Happy Week Ahead 🙂

I had to wait for roughly more than 4 years to actually come out with this story. And At the end I would definitely love to share my journey. This post is not meant to defame anyone its just the story the way it happened.

In most of my post I will always ask people to find a good teacher so that you learn something new. Something different and something valuable to keep you marching forward. I told you to take their guidance, but I forgot to mention you the path of a disobedient student.
My father use to say there will be people in your life journey who might be rude to you, who might be not happy with your progress and who also would like to divert you form the path you mostly choose to become in your life. I personally like to be in a fairyland where everyone is good. Everyone is happy of whatever everyone is doing. But it was very late till I realize that fairyland is an Ideal situation, a theoretical concept and in real world even when you flip a coin, only the choosers of winning side of the coin be happy than the others. And though they choose heads or tails, they must learn to move on.
But this kid took a time to understand the difference between good and bad. It took me time as on my face, every other individual was happy, friendly and satisfied with my actions. But I was unaware of people who talk to you friendly and divert you form reaching to your goal. The momentary negative in them can hamper your whole life line. Thus it must be learned by everyone when not to follow your teacher. The key is simple when your mind stops working, Just follow YOUR HEART. People around you will be momentary unhappy but on the long run will respect you as a person.
In early 2011, I became the dis-obedient student for the first time. Dr. Manju Soni at Priyadarshini Institute of Engineering and Technology was the Head of Department of Biotechnology where I was perusing my Engineering Degree. After one of the student organised function of the department we were talking about the path to be taken in future after the degree. Everyone told her what they wanted to do. I remember Bharatlal Choudhary wanted to be a businessman after graduation. Akshay Korkalaiand Ankul Dogra wanted to use the degree and get a job. Gaurav Pendkeand Swati Gupta had their options open for Doing Masters. And I was the one who wanted to continue my journey with Biotechnology and Genetics as I planned in my class XIIth. After expression of my interest, Dr Manju Soni said, you must not waste your time in Biotechnology and its better you do a Personal Relations (PR) course. Then I replied to her, but I love Biotech, Even If I am not a scientist I would like to learn more and be industrialist, quality controller or just a writer to tell people the stories of Biotech Industries and industrialization. Who knows I might be story writer who uses the concepts of high end biotechnologies to publish some novels or paper articles. She replied, Biotechnology is not going to do any good to you. Better find a different path.
Many thoughts run in my mind at that point. I even thought that she being a Dr. of Microbiology and also Head of PIET Biotech Department would have more knowledge about the right decision for me. But my heart was unhappy with her words. Mostly I am first person to follow the teachers instructions, but this time I decided to Close my ears for a while. Lets not think what people what form me. Lets think about what I want form this life. Lets be selfish for a while. And just for the sake your own happiness FOLLOW YOUR HEART.
I tried to apply for CSIR to get into further research in Biotech but I failed. I applied to GATE for doing M.Tech but again I failed. My failures turned into frustration. I started avoiding my family, my friends and my so called life partner which I decided in early age. I kept myself isolated in room away form my family near Subhashnagar, Nagpur, INDIA. Somewhere inside me thought may be Dr Soni is right. And I should stop wasting my time. But then I met Shubham Deshmukh and Shubham Ballewar. Spending time with them and learning stories of their life made me more stronger. They were young teenagers who though financially or academically withhold to pursue further education but then they told me that they would try out different means. Ballawar said to me, Even If he dint get admission in Engg college, he would do Poli. and then go to Engg. second year. I learned form their simple style of living that nothing is stopping them form achieving their goals, what they dream of, then I am not that old who would stop my struggle then and there. I re-applied to all the exams again and also gave IELTS to try out different options to explore. The results came out; I failed CSIR by 2 marks and GATE by 1 but I cleared my IELTS and was then eligible to apply for Masters in Biotechnology not only in India but various countries abroad. I choose QUT, Brisbane Australia and transcended to other type of struggles. To meet new teachers and to be a DIS-OBEDIENT student again. Now I just know that even if people say that I cannot do any particular thing, I always have an option to close my ears and Follow my Heart. If I would have listened to Dr Manju Soni then I would never been able to reach this far. Thus I would like to say to myself, “ITS OK TO BE DIS-OBEDIENT STUDENT SOMETIMES”
And by doing this on 22nd July 2015 I would be awarded my Masters of Biotechnology form Queensland University of Technology (QUT).
I invite you all to watch my Convocation ceremony on-line live on 22nd July 2015, 6:30PM AEST (ie 2pm Indian Standard Time)
The link will be active/live only on the mentioned time above.

https://www.qut.edu.au/live-streaming/graduation

Have a great week ahead everyone 🙂 NEVER stop chasing your dreams

Exchange of Stories was the only amusement as well as inspiration at the time when Theater, Small and Big screen did not take over. In rural parts of India as well as Australia, by experience, people like to tell their life story to each other, or mostly one or two important incidents to even to strangers they meet in life. That way though the name of person fades, but the story remains in our mind. Even I would wish for a future when stories spread by me would be in memories of my readers.
The RICHEST TEACHER is the name given by me to one of my mom’s school teacher. The story in past goes;
Long time ago there was a Teacher in a primary education schooling of ODF Chandrapur. He was good at teaching his unit and disciplined in organised learning. As he was new to the batch of students in which Mom studied, they all assumed that while writing examination the papers will be corrected very strictly and all students might end up getting low marks.
When the time came of Result announcement, everyone was little shocked to see their own results. Average or slow learner students got Highest marks in his subject. Whereas normally academic high scorers got little low marks than their batchmates. The result was both surprising and frustrating for many. But it was still a mystery why and how the grading was given like that. When Second and Third Examination came the overall result was astonishing. It was a subject where all students of the class passed with Enough good grades which never happened with this batch of students. When Asked by many that how did he managed to overall get a good scoring in Final Board Examinations, His explanation became a story worth to be shared:
He Gave More than deserving marks to the slow learners. This created a self confidence boost in those students who always get low marks. They got interest in subject that this one is easy and if studied properly, can score more marks like they did in the first examination. The other section of students who normally were called high scores of the class initially got less marks than others. This ignited a competitive spirit in themselves. They realized that this subject needs more attention and we must study more to get better marks than what we got in first exam. The overall result was, Everyone in the class got an INTEREST to learn the subject. Everyone actually studied the subject because of positive result or fruit expected.
I call this man the Richest Teacher because in my schooling days, every teacher use to give less marks to students. We thought the teachers are little stingy or miserly as they never gave good marks to students as if the Marks are the property of theirs reserve bank or they have to give the marks form their own pocket. But the Richest teacher was different. He emptied his bank of marks to get Good Subject learners. He taught everyone that, “Roots of Education are Bitter but the Fruit is Sweet.”
I wish I had at least one teacher like that for me. And as our thoughts become things I did, Actually I had many such teachers not in my school days but in real working environment. In Australia I started my job with local 7×11 stores which was run by “stingy teachers” who always use to point out the mistakes in me while working. The fear of penalties from the mistake had to be paid by reduction in number of hours of pay while working thus slow learners student like me lost their self confidence and only focus in not doing mistakes at work. They day I left that job and joined two of the Leading companies namely RGIS and Spotless. I met many rich teachers, Every now and then the Rich teachers in the form of SUPERVISORS came to me and thanked me for little effort I made on the working arena. They appreciated for the small work I did in the company. Day by day I started giving more and more effort and finally came to a day when I was given the opportunity to become a supervisor. Now I am Rich or Stingy teacher that can only be answered by my staff. But I focus on teaching them that when they become a Supervisor, BE RICH FORM INSIDE and Appreciate the people around you, You many never know the person beside you might be a slow Learner like me who has just taken his/her fist step in the world of working 🙂

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On Internet you might find various videos where Exam Cheating is captured on camera by news reporter, students or any other media covering report. Today I would like to tell you an Exam Cheating story which thought not covered by media, thought not a big issue, but though caught, goes with a lesson learned and atticates installed.
In the year 2013 to 2015, I got chance to study in QUT, Brisbane, Australia. During my 3rd Semester of these study, small but important incident happened whose memory might be with me for rest of my life.
On the Exam day, Everyone completed the given paper on the allotted time. The exam was little difficult but I guess I did managed to complete it well in time like others. The last instruction came form the Professor, ” The time to the examination is over and now you all may please keep your pen down and stop writing.”
Everyone did as he asked to. The last moment I got a point that I can add on and which will add up my marks more.
I picked my pen and was just about to start writing the line that the invigilator saw me and said, “Mr, Please Dont play with QUT academic Integrity and keep your pen down.”
My brain took time to process his complicated words but as a reflex I kept my pen down on the table. I looked at him and he spoke some words that my overloaded brain was not able to hear properly.
Row by row he collected everyone’s paper and did not take mine. One by one pile of thoughts kept on adding up in mind.
If the case is reported, then I might loose this degree, If I loose this degree, then l would loose the visa I am holding, My one and half years of struggle will vanish on the same point form here. Just lifting my pen on the wrong time would lead me to go back to my country with a bad name on my shoulders. And more than that, a bad name to a student in foreign country can also be consider to bad name to the whole community or country where I belong.
Though I did not write anything on the paper but my action taken earlier put my brain into a roller coaster.
After collection of all papers except mine, he requested all other students to leave. Feeling left alone in the room with your own examination paper in hand felt both scary and helpless.
The professor came to me and said, “Do you realize what you have done?”
There might be possible several replies to that question but the best reply is to keep quite and listen. Plus I had no words to express whats going inside my head.
He continued, ” If you would have written even one word after the exam time is over, then it wouldn’t have been fair on others that they did got lesser time than you did to complete the examination.”
I replied to that in a very dim voice, ” Sir, I really did not write anything on the paper, thought I wanted to but i dint.”
In a calm voice he replied, “I understand and I trust your words, But you now need to understand the depth of incident what just happened. Even if you are allowed to cheat will you think the Degree you will receive of the marks obtained by cheating would be worth of it? The Degree you will receive form this institution is world recognized. Today If you cheat the same attributes you will take to your work place. You will become a qualified Doctor or Engineer and on the work site, these marks are not going to save you. You might end up taking a wrong decision on a very big scale due to the lack of knowledge you fail to gain here. Dont let the GOOD in you DIE in front of greedy actions.”
When He paused, I apologized for my action and promised him this will not happen again.
He replied, “I am taking you paper and I wish you follow the path you have chosen, but remember, Many people lost their carrier, their reputation, their years of handwork just because of one wrong manipulative plagiarism done in one of their journey of progress. And I wish QUT graduates wont fall on those category.”

I got up form my place and apologized again and left the examination room with my heart pounding beats more than it should.

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This is not my story but the images I first formed when I heard this story from my mom Tejashri Milind are alive in my head as if it has happened to me. Since childhood I was in co-education, in short we call it as co-ed. The word means that girls and boys study together. But I partially remember my primary schooling days. Initially boys wanted to be separate than girls. I had no clue what girls wanted that time. Actually boys leave it, you will never know what girls really want from you;) . Coming back to my story, The boys till class 3rd and 4th year of schooling in my time stayed away from girls. They use to call “anti cola” If any boy talks or play along with girls. ‘Anti cola’ is just a teaser word which partially means you get away from me. You are disgusting.
Being with boys, the games I use to play was cricket, football, Ball Throw can catch. All these games involved running in ground for longer duration. And I am not sure I should call this laziness or something else but I hate RUNNING. In the same universe girls played games like langdi, stone in a circle, imaginative fairyland. Due to my laziness these games attracted me more. Ashwini Kamble and Anjali Rai we one of my first girl-friends whom I started to play these games with. I was sometimes boycotted or being laughed that I play along girls but slowly one by one, all guys started joining us for different games and finally we made a big team and Played the game Rex-Team, which is mixture of running, hiding and catching. And can be played by boys and girls together. I remember Ashish Mandrah was first to join me. We discovered our journey of co-ed together and learned girls and boys are equal.
When I told this story to my mom she came up with her schooling days stroy. Might be Manoj Ghughuskar or his classmates may remember this more than me. Though I was not in this story but the images of her story are still fresh in my mind. Even during my mother’s time, she had co-ed in her schooling life. Boys and girls had a strong bond, but it takes time to form. Their school had a very small passage common for boys and girls where they can go for drinking water. Boys mostly to tease girls and initiate conversation use to stand in those path. Now the path was more narrower for girls to move in and girls had to initiate the conversation for boys to move away from the passage or give them side. That was breaking-ice conversation starter point roughly before 30-40 years from now.
Once a girl complaint about a guy standing on the path and she over exaggerated this to one of the teacher. Coming from a girls school she was not happy with the co-ed system of education. For some reason there were professors who don’t like girls and boys mixing and talking along. Thus the teacher came and beaten the guy and asked him to go and stand outside of the class. He was not allowed to attend the classes from that time. In that duration, my mom and her friends thought it’s not fair to give such a crucial punishment as standing in the path cannot be considered as missbhaving or eve teasing. Even if the girl has requested politely to give her side, he would have given her, just like most of the boys do. They talked this in group and went outside and stood along the guy who was punished. Watching a scenario that girls are supporting a boy. The whole class boys joined the moment and came out of the class. And watching this, except the girl who complaint every other girl came out of the class. The Principle had to come and ask for the matter as it had never happened before that girls and boys came out of the class and started standing on ground, boycotting studies to support a cause. Boys and girls together demanded that the girl and teacher must apologies for their misunderstanding. And the class will only commence when the boy who is punished is allowed in to study with them.
This is what happened. And its was believed that their batch was most prosperous batch showing co-education and principal values learned for surviving. And the key is to fight not with each other, but fight with the cause together.

My international friends may wonder that only boys or only girls school may not exist now or this story is classic and traditions are not practiced now, but still in Hyderabad there are coaching institutes where girls and boys are taught separately. Recently from my friend I came to know that there is a complete universtiy Called Sathyabama University in Chennai that don’t allow even girls and boys to talk with each other. I am not sure but it’s just a view that person who are educated from a school/university where even communicating with opposite sex is forbidden, may feel initial difficulty in establishing a society which involves respecting both the gender equally and co-working in future. My be my thought do not apply to every place or situation. But I still support Co-Ed and wish people must experience this as childhood can never come back to experience these bonds again 😉

Country of Origin, Virtues, Culture are never a choice of an individual when he/she is born. Its either decided by fate (for the people who believe in it) or Decided by parents as they choose our country of our birth by residing there and accepting the country and culture and the virtues of that land learned by them.
As a Science student, It was very difficult for me to read the books on HISTORY and CIVICS. ‘Homo Sapiens Sapiens’ i.e in common name HUMAN was initially a Nomad, which in general term means wandered from place to place for food. Where there are more animals which cannot be controlled, he declared himself that it is a danger area and should not be using for hunting/ collecting food. Where the area is favourable has enough water, food and convenience to spend life, he decided to stay there. A place where he feels safe.
Colonization came along and thus came rule of dominance. Area Division and then exploration of new area. Mapping, and then Country Division. But on roots I stilled believed that the Whole earth is mine and I am allowed to go where ever I wish to.
Then down the learning of my school I was introduced to Alliance and Competitive Countries, I was introduced to history of WORLD WAR I and WORLD WAR II, all a fight of India Vs Pakistan, India Vs China. It was all resemblance to fighting what NOMAD use to do, in early days. To prove Dominance and to fight for Resources. In groups attacking other groups. My most of the untold stories are not me constructing something new. But it is about how I was the part of something which already existed. And I am slow learner. Thus Untold stories are moments where I learned something from pre-existing things around us. So coming back to my story, How it started:
This is partially my memory and partially told by my parents as they were there to observe. On My 2nd year of Kindergarten, Independence day of INDIA, I participated/ forcely pushed by my class teacher SUSHILA Madam to participate in Flag Hosting Ceremony. Every child learn about his/her country long way back in his upbringing. But the moment of realization differs. For me this might be the day. Me as a small boy dressed all white and white was asked to March in a team of three towards the flag with the General Manager who was going to Hoist the Flag. Before the ceremony teacher came and pinned an INDIAN flag on to my left pocket. My mother described that I was very happy and stood in a proud alert position. The flag was hoisted, and Everyone present there started singing the National anthem together. though practiced a lot but I did not know the lyrics of my own National anthem at that time. But the words, “Jana Gana Mana Adhinayak Jai Hai” sounded very powerful when I was given something to hold to. I was constantly looking at the paper flag pinned to my shirt’s pocket and then looking at the flag up in the air, spreading its charm. Towards the end of National Anthem when people started saying, “Jaya hai, Jaya Hai, Jaya Jaya Jaya Jaya Hai” Goose bumps were on my hands and I still remember in a proud voice I raise my hand and Said “JAI HIND”

That day the seed of patriotism was set to my set to my heart. The feeling to belonging to country or being a part of something may be beyond my understanding for now but powerful and positive. My little eyes and small brain observed that this song brings people together. Race, Colour, Class, Cast, Sex and Age are kept aside when this song is sung.
Years after when I came to Australia, and being part of Suncorp/Spotless team. While working, I was able to watch Matches here. I was also enough fortunate to be a part and member of Gold Coast V8 by team National Workforce. People having different state of origin and supporting different team having a opposition in sports spirit were able to bring together when the AUSTRALIAN NATIONAL ANTHEM was sung. This time from my point of view, though the lyrics differed than the song I learned in India but People are being brought together when the words “Australian all Let us Rejoice. For we are Young and Free” were sung. The same expression, proud togetherness what I have observed back in people’s attitude in India, I was able to observe here. The feeling of Belonging together. My heart was the same as it was in Kindergarten. I don’t know much about this country but I need to learn the lyrics of this song to join something big and positive.

Previously a simple white cloth is of worth nothing, but painted in right combination of colours becomes a Nation’s Flag, An imaginary thinking of belonging to togetherness. Something to hold on to. When Hoisted on top or Projected on Big Screen, people come together under one name. Sing a particular song and feel the moment of togetherness. I was able to connect to Indian National flag, I was able to Connect to Australian National Flag. But I am still searching for a Flag which may unite all living Humans under ONE NATION. Nation of Humanity which may even if by decimal value but may have power to remove the possibility of World War III

My scientific thinking will always be with me I guess, Like No Mad one day People might choose side and fight for dominance again. And then afterwards Humans will find a place, “A PLACE SAFE FOR LIVING” and I will call that As My Country In Future !!!!

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In my engineering life, Having your own birthday cake was some what very difficult job. Not because it was less, but it was excess in your mouth. But in the same time, having a cake in someone else birthday was an Mission Impossible task. To explain this I made my own cake theory.
But to explain cake theory you must know what use to happen in my university days.

Birthday Boy was well prepared that his ass is going to get kicked just after he cuts the cake. We use to celebrate the extreme version of “Birthday Bumps”
The next thing to be noted is the cake use to be so big and if distributed properly would be enough to be eaten by by everyone present on the birthday and the cake will also remain for more guest.
Now before the cutting of cake, A sentence was to be spoken by someone or the other. I called that person as Politician. The sentence was, “Keep calm the cake will be distributed evenly to all.”

Finally the time came when the cake cutting ceremony began.
At this time every person attending the party knew very well whats going to happen next. Or had a pre assumption that what will happen next. Two thoughts run in your mind at once…

(1) Skepticism: What if the politician was lying. What if everyone don’t get the equal cake piece. What if the politician only who is standing close to cake will have all biggest piece of cake for himself.
(2) Greed: What if I get the bigger piece.

These two thought determined the next action. In only 20 seconds of the cake being cut, or sometimes when only in the time when the knife was touched to the the cake, Every one use to grab a hand on to the cake. Trying to get the biggest piece.
Some use to win in getting and some were left with no cake at all. Yes and many a time Politician end up getting the biggest piece of the cake.

Overall I had to mention that we use to enjoy this ceremony cake after cake, Party after party. Everything in the above description was for fun. I call it best days of my life.
But one thing which I dint realize till very late was Cake after cake, party after party, we installed the two thoughts stronger and stronger into our system. After every party The thought of Skepticism and Greed became stronger. But it happened worse when the 1st thought of Skepticism became into Fear
Fear of not getting the cake at all. And after that everyone joined the race. Getting the bigger piece or no peace at all.

Previously we use to run the thoughts in our mind now the thoughts turned into believes and they run us.
Same analogy we started following in our life strategies. When the time of Application of Jobs came or Exploration of carrier options came. The cake theory came to existence.

The two mere thoughts of Disbelief over equality and Greed over resources made us who we are today.
Today its difficult for common man to trust the Politician as by default he/she believes that just like the cake is not going to be distributed equally. The resources, jobs, rights or anything will not be justified and given to everyone. May be the politician will end up getting the biggest share.
Its even difficult to control over greed. I want to have the highest Bank Balance. Sometimes I even forget when to put limit to this greed and call myself rich and stop running for wealth.

No I am not a preacher of any policy. Neither I came to ignite the hope of faith. I am explaining what the current scenario is. And I made a Cake Theory to explain to my future kid with as ease that Why people are behaving the way that they are. And in the end I will give the responsibility to my kids and my next generation. With a simple question to be asked, thought we failed oh my son/daughter but,

Can you change who we are ?????

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In my school days, I was fortunate to join Central Board of Secondary Education (CBSE) for my 12 years of education. The first three years you are made to believe that the books will guide you and make your future. Study those and pass the examination. Now a days there is a rule that no student will ever fail till he/she is in class Vth but in my time students use to…but that’s another story.
I believed the concept of books for education when I joined the prestigious institution and was driven by fear of failure. But more than that I started believing when the basic SCIENCE came in my studies as a subject. SCIENCE is a way of learning, systematic thinking or in simple words Learning by observation and experimentation.
I like the concept of books more when I was exposed to basic puzzles by the statements in the Science text books like “GO look into your Garden and find a Banana Tree, compare the leaves of a Banana tree with a Mango tree. Do you OBSERVE any difference?”
When books connected me to life outside, I was more and more interested in the books and believed them as a sole medium of learning. Reading books became my hobby which is still difficult to get rid of 🙂 I was so into books that on my 10th pre-finals I went late to class and I was reading “The Three Little Pigs by AGATHA Christie” My English teacherSrinivasan Thoppe asked me stop reading a novel and focus on Exam.
But getting away form interesting books was unfortunately impossible for me. The first strike something deviated form my studies was when the concept of THE GOBAR GAS PLANT” came to my text book. Gobar Gas plant is a Bio-Technology where to sustain the use of over produced cow dung in India, the Cow dung is fermented in a Giant Vessel and the outlet form the top of Vessel has a funnel like structure which collects gas so that this gas can be used in Household Cooking.
I was very amazed by the technology as in our house we use to use the LPG cylinders for cooking which contains compressed natural gas.
Based on the information I got in my text books I started exploring various nearby villages to see an actual Gobar Gas plant. My grandmother use to teach in a Village and I saw there only wood was used for cooking. Next I went to my Mom’s Brother’s village and asked Ratnarakshit Ramtekeabout the Gobar Gas Plant for which he was amused that it was never build in his village. His village was more developed and they used LPG cylinders for cooking and wood/coal for water heating. More and more I exposed to the villages, my hopes of finding the Gobar Gas Pant increased and by not finding them My expectations decreased. One day I by myself came to conclusion that Either the Book is very old or its so latest that its is not matching the real world outside.
After class XIIth I was again fortunate to listen to one lecture of Dr Avinash Upadhayae form Hislop College Nagpur where he explained that Its not always good to be a GOOD STUDENT. What comes out form a teacher’s mouth must not be 100% true. First we don’t re-question our teachers due the huge respect wall we created. Then we believed what he or she said is true as he read it for some book. And as a teacher was student some years ago, we are made to believe that what is written in books is 100% correct and we cannot re-question the books too. Books are written by humans like us. They are prone to make errors. Not updating those errors make at lest some generations to follow the same wrong or error-full concept which was typed as in that time the information was assumed to be true.
So don’t be a good student and ask question like WHY? How? Where? and When?

This was something like I learned to be “skeptical” and Always give yourself a chance for improving what the world thinks is the BEST. As today’s Best might be tomorrows an ordinary thing. Books are not 100% updated thus, Yes read them but have a strong skeptical mind to RE-QUESTION THEM when you have solid evidence.
With a skeptical positive mind, wishes for a wonderful new world ahead. Lest welcome the weekdays. Happy Start of the Week smile emoticon

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This is a stupid story of an unusual occasion, But still i believe worth sharing.
In my childhood I was the most disciplined boy. If someone ask me to sit in a corner of room keeping “Finger on your Lips” and I would do so.
Discipline and Rules were part of my lifestyle. These rules were giving shape to my thoughts until I started my own thinking. Or in other works someone showed me by pass route for not following all the rules and still remain happy
In the same world where I was living, My little sister who is 6 years younger than me, had a parallel universe. Her way of living was way different than mine. Rules were only important when someone forces them on her. And other times she use to do what she wants to and then be ready to face the consequences with an attitude of “What Worse Could Happen???

In late 90’s We had two televisions in our house. One was Colour CRT and other was Blank and White CRT. Plasma, LCD or LED were not even discovered by that time, or not being so popularised than common man can buy it as its is affordable now. My mom, sometimes being angry of certain things use to have strict rules like switch off the tv and go to bed or studies. Its exam time or tomorrow is some important event or other reasons which according to my thinking at that time were enough reasonable that I cannot re question them. I use to follow the same and off the television with half heartedness and sometimes cry out aloud in my room that I don’t have any freedom. Blame the system or convince myself that when my time come I will show her THE RULES.

Parallely 6 years later when my little sister was of the same age and the time came when these rules were to be imposed on her. She used a little trick. When my mom use to say “Dolly!! Switch off the TV”, Yes she used to switch off the TV and go to her room. But along with that, she use to read the timings of repeat telecast of the same episodes which she missed when mom didn’t allow her to watch the TV. The repeat telecast mostly use to be after 2am in night. She use to get up at that time when everyone is sleeping, Switch on the TV with very minimal volume and watch the full episode without waking up anyone. As she use to get up late next morning so everyone in the house knew what she did last night, But what has happened cannot be undone.
She use to get a scolding on the other day but she did what she has to.

After Years of this incident Me and my sister was talking about the same situations and the difference between my and her way of living styles that we followed in our childhood.
I was regretting that I missed all the TV episodes that I wanted to watch when I was small and my sis Kritika Milind Never missed to do what she wanted to..
In this discussion she asked me a simple question
“WERE YOU DETERMINED OF WHAT YOU WANTED?”
If yes then you will achieve it no matter what anyone else say to you.
You simply were not determined to watch them and you missed it.

The lesson was simple and even today I sometimes remember my Sister’s Mischief to motivate myself when people tell me not to do this or not to do that.

I am not motivating the youth to Break the rules set by government and follow your heart. I am saying that when you are DETERMINED of what you want, ways will be made out of nowhere. You will get the things of what you want. Only and only when you show enough Action to chase What you have dreamed of and Have a solid determination and faith that what you believe is Achievable. As the saying goes “WHERE THERE’S A WILL THERE’S A WAY”
Wishing you for all the various path you will be taking this week. Give your best..!!!!

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There is a good old saying, “A wise man kisses and Never Speaks”
So omitting the person’s name…here is the story how it happened:

It was my father’s birthday i.e, 19th November 2007 and she was my best friend (that’s what I assumed to be). My mind was between two different colleges of the renowned Nagpur University (Most Hated university by students of India because of impartiality plus teachers ego and politics). But one college was going to build my carrier(PIET) and the other had my heart in (DACN). I had a very strong crush on a girl and I was pretty confident that I will end up with my crush only. But shit happens and cyclone comes without intimidation…

Ok let me not confuse you more…!!! (Read my novel YULM and confusion will be clear…but till then….this is the story)

I tried my level best to express my feelings for the girl I like in my 1st College D.A.C.N but Every time I failed, I use to express my sadness to my best friend. I had no clue that time that the more time I am spending with my best friend; she was getting closer and closer to me. I assumed I am only expressing my views and even she use to tell up her past and screwed up stories to make me comfortable. She and I had great time talking hours with each other. Just the difference was, I wanted to talk about my crush and she wanted to talk about me.

On 19th November 2007, she came to my O.D.F Ambajhari Quarter (1/10/4) just to say hi as I was not much happy to leave a College and join the other one.
We had lunch together and as my sister did not like her much, we went up to the roof to sit and have conversation. I was showing her my old school which was easily seen from the roof of the house and was telling her all the past happy and sad memories I had with that place.

She started enjoying the conversation and got touchier to me. I was actually feeling awkward as had no feelings for her but cared about her a lot. Still in my mind I was sure that she is not the one, the one whom I want to spend my life with. I repelled to the physical closeness and started talking about other topics which will light the mood. At my teenage I was the person who shared most adult joke in the group but staying alone with her, I was most calm and composed person who avoided adult conversation at least when she is front of me.

We sat in the stairs going down to the house. She stated speaking more and more about “me”, “You’ and “US”
I started repealing the conversation and even sat a step away from her. I couldn’t remember the exact dialogues but she said, “You only talk adultery to people and when a bold girl like me is in front of you, you are just stepping away, just like a ‘scared cat’”

I replied “I am quite opposite of your description, so better be away form me”
She moved her head more close to me and said, “I don’t believe so.”
I moved my more closure and replied I don’t really care what you believe in.
She moved more close and said “I think you Dooooooo!!!!!!”

There was literally no more space for me to go close and say my next dialogue and with the fraction of second our lips collided. All my Chemistry, Mathematics, Science, Geography, History lesson were Failed in the moment of the touch of two lips. Eyes got self closed and the time was lost on the same moment.
I pushed her away thinking what if I have done. Instead of having my kiss with the right girl whom I want to spend my life with, I have kissed my best friend and spoiled two relations at once. One with my crush which seemed less possible now and one with my best friend as the relation will never be the same now.
But then lust continued in my mind and I forgot all the thoughts of above Para in the very moment. I kissed her again and welcome the Dooms Day…!!!!
My post of today is neither to promote anyone and nor to defame anyone. Today 25th May 2015, my best friend is married to her partner and I am with the real love of my life. We both are happy in our own and different path.
This just reminds me that all the teenage worries and plan I had, may be of no value at all. But overall if I can go back to past and give myself a warning I would have said,
Have patience, live each and every day of your life. Stop wasting your time in worrying for nothing, as Future is not happened yet, May the girl you kissed need not be compulsory your wife, may be the girl you have crush with is not meant for you at all. May be curse less the Nagpur University and PIET College, as may be the LOVE of YOUR LIFE is somewhere in near future…with a wrong guy waiting for her fate to join with you…in the same College you hate today….!!!!
In short,
JUST LIVE YOUR LIFE, YOU WILL BE FINE 😉
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