The Chakra of Karma!

As a teen-aged girl she would often innocently ask her mother 'What's the best thing a man must possess for a girl to love him?' Engrossed in the reality of the household chaos, her mother would always ignore the question. One day, while sitting on the marble slab in the kitchen, basking outside the window which opened to the plush Garden area of their house, she looked at her mother, smiled and said, 'Maa' no matter whatever happens, I won't hurt you ever'

Hey! what happened, why do you say that? her mother questioned.

Nothing, she said and gave her a tight hug.

Years passed by and the damsel grew up.

With love, from Papa!!

It was 0045 hours when I last saw the time, while I, Singh and Kumar were heading back from the regular OP patrolling. Maj. Sharma told one of the Jr. AFT Officers who tried to quiz both of us with a raised eyebrow.

What happened after that? He questioned while he adjusted his beret.

Enroute back, somewhere around 0055 hours we heard the sound of a shot which was supposedly directed towards the rear end of the jeep, by the time we could gauge the seriousness of the scenario, a couple of more shots hit the left side, the side to which I was around. By now, it was confirmed that we are being ambushed in a traditional guerrilla warfare modus operandi. Nothing we could do but put to off the headlights and took charge our weapons. Sepoy Kumar also grabbed the rope and an anchor hook.

Maj. Did you take any hit? Lt. Col. Chinoy from the panel uttered.

No. I was good. I replied.

Then? The officer continued...

It was all dark there, very cold, chances were very bright that it would snow and sheer silence curtained everything. The only sound we could hear were unending howling of wild dogs or perhaps wolfs. We 3 saw each other and decided to abandon the jeep and we crawled 12-15 metres towards a big tree. We 3 breathed so aloud that all we could hear then was the sound of agile breaths we took. Nothing happened for the next 10 minutes. We could not see anything. We could not even see each other’s faces. Amidst we all had the gut feeling that the ordeal has just begun and somebody is watching us from night vision lens and soon they will hit back hard.  I heard Maj. Singh laughed aloud, that was his mixed state of feelings, perhaps. And then, soon after that, he signalled us to run as quickly as we can and we started to run towards the opposite end of the road. The logic was if initially the bullet came and hit at the left side, then probably, the intruders by and large would try to ambush us from left. Though, it wasn’t certain. I explained.

Officers, were you nervous? Somebody from the panel came ahead and questioned.

The moment he asked this, I and Singh both looked at each other and smiled.

Negative. We were good. Singh answered in an absolute state of confidence.

How about Sepoy Kumar? Lt. Col. Chinoy curiously questioned.

We all were good. I replied.

Hmmm Ok. After that! He asked.

Everybody seemed so involved and glued to the hearings by now.

We continuously walked towards the North East for about 300meters.  At around, 0100 hours, we heard the sound of a gunshot which was triggered from a distance not more than 20 metres. We quickly got down to the ground and fired 10-12 shots towards the South East. Amidst all this, we couldn’t resist ourselves and adopted aggressive defence, the strategy to which we are trained for; Shoot or 1:1/2/3/4/n combat to kill. I responded.

You guys are quite brave, what happend after that. The Jr. Attorney reacted in a typical sarcasm. I felt like grabbing his index finger which he pointed towards Maj. Singh. However, I smiled to it.

We crawled backwards in separate positions, I was in RE position, Maj. Sharma took front position and Sepoy. Kumar took 180 circle mark. We both blazed our guns continuously for 2-3 minutes to puzzle the intruders and to cover Sharma him to gauge the scenario. Sharma was 20 meters ahead of us. He signalled us for 6 intruders. Maj. Singh answered.

As soon as I saw 6 intruders I signalled to them about it that they have been identified. The intruders appeared teenagers, spoke Dimasa and carried sophisticated guns. And, by now they knew that it’s not going to be easy for them and it’s going to be the survival of the deadliest now. And, sir, as you must have been briefed that we are trained to fracture the ambush, and so we did it flawlessly. I answered to the panel.

After that? Lt. Col. Chinoy gathered his courage back to raise his voice again and questioned.

Sir, then we did what we are trained for; we managed to chip in bullets to 2, and 4 ran away in the jungle. I replied.

Had it been such a plain vanilla case, you would not have been called here for the hearing session. Another gentleman questioned us while he stood up and showed up his presence to the panel.

The report says, the remaining 4 sustained severe inhuman injuries with brutal spinal fractures. This is clearly a case of Human right violations 10986 Act blah blah blah. Jr. Attorney explained.

Sir, we have no clue about it. I reacted.

Are you serious? Brig. Dahiya questioned as he seemed to be convinced with such acts imposed upon us.

Absolutely. Maj. Singh responded.

.....And, the closure bell rang.

Gentleman, next hearing would be in 7 weeks, please come prepared. Brig. Dahiya asked us as he enclose his pen with a cap.

My son, I saw, was asleep on my arm by now, as I narrated this story to him. Trust, he slept with this story and woke up next morning to asked me continue with this...

Narkanda Diaries…

It was a Monday morning, the blues were at its zenith, and I was busy basking in the pursuits of the weekend which just passed by. And, with gloomy eyes, reluctantly, tried to comprehend a complex excel formula which somebody from the overseas team sent. Suddenly a mail popped up which read “Hi, will not be able to make it to work today, best xxxx) Elated, I could not do much to express my happiness, pressed CTRL+ALT+DEL, took a deep yawn, stretched my arms and looked at the poor fellow who sits diagonally opposite to me who was busy convincing his senior.

Lets go and have some coffee. I said it to myself.

So while I was having coffee and as I looked through the window gazing the world outside suddenly a thought of visiting Narkanda crossed my mind… Leaving no time wasted I zapped out my phone and chalked out a plan to visit some hill station with 2 of my close pals..So we all zeroed for Friday on Narkanda, HP.

All enthused, we started from Gurgaon at around 7:30pm and reached Murthal at around 9:30pm.

Murthal is a village on NH1 in the Sonipat district of Haryana close to around 45 kms from Delhi border.  It is by far the best place for good food on the entire NH1 and is a must stop over if you long for good food. There are a lot of good options available viz a vie Amrik Sukhdev, Gulshan Dhaba, Ahuja Dhaba etc etc etc. Also, there a lot of replicas which have cropped up viewing the success of these authentic dhabas. So choose carefully and the authentic ones.

So, we all decided to have dinner at Amrik Sukhdev, which is not only famous in North India but also in Canada, UK, USA and other EU since a lot of NRIs from Punjab prefer to check in while enroute back to their homeland, Punjab. You may also get to see a lot of Punjabi actors and singers, luckily we met Neeru Bajwa, a famous Punjabi actress. (She was more beautiful than she appeared in Movies).

After stuffing ourselves upto the brim with paranthas, butter and lassi (BURP I m sorry) we headed straight to Chandigarh, crossing Panipat, Karnal, Kurukshetra, Ambala and Chandigarh.

(Point to note: You need to be extra cautious while speeding at Panipat flyover, as speed interceptors are installed at regular intervals. Maintain an average speed of 90-100kmpl which I think is a decent speed for you to reach anywhere)

It took us around 3 more hours to chandigarh and finally we checked into Sunpark Resort which is strategically located on Simla-Zirakpur highway.

(Advice: Before the flyover, you need to keep left if you intend to take zirakpur simla highway as the fly over will take you straight away to Chandigarh. Dont panic, even if you took it, just take a u-turn towards zirakpur; just a matter of 10 minutes).

The property was decent but certainly was not worth 5400+taxes. While entering Aman observed that some function was going on within the property… Aman popped his head out of the window to assess the possible threats and opportunities and voila! little did we know that we guys will end eating max of the menu itenary :)

Hey! Lets go check out the wedding.. Adi smirked.

I’m hungry. Let’s roll. Aman replied.

Meanwhile, this reminded me on my good old engineering days when we all would attend such auspicious events where on every alternative Saturdays we dine over the delicacies.

Let’s go. Who can dare to miss such big bash. I said.

All thanks to Adi’s personality, looks and etiquettes which makes him resemble more or less like a CEO of a MNC, I bet that’s the reason nobody questioned about our existence there..

Try that doodh jalebi, its good. Aman said as he rested on a safa.

Is it? Aditya said.

Get one for me as well. I requested as we all sat in the sofa placed in the first row…

(Per Adi’s theory, Punjabis generally don’t bother wedding crashers like us, as long as you are decent, unlike, as he once mentioned, he had a narrow escape during an attempt to crash a wedding in Bangalore.)

So after a complete 1-2 hours of fun and frolic, we came back to our rooms as we had to rush early the next day in order to reach Narkanda in time.

Remaining will word down soon….

The power of bieng single.

Its a story of 5 friends. Sat, Gabbar, Rashi, Divya and I.

Gabbar and Divya are in love with each other. Gabbar is like a bro. With the perfect attitude. Divya is a bit of immature but a sweet friend. Sat is a dear friend. Rashi is an innocent sweet intelligent with the highest CGPA amongst the batch tag.


‘Oye Wake up. Wake up... We gotta leave! A Feminine voice pierced my ear band.

‘Gotta go? Where? Do we know each other? I questioned while I rubbed my eyes.

‘Oh Kamine.. @#$#@W##$# Stop this bloody drama and get up. Another voice came from behind.

‘Easy People... Easy. I Replied

Hearing all those wise n gud words early morning will makes a good day. This reminded me the good old hostel days.

‘Do you want me to wear up the pants or no? I replied fumingly

‘Pants or no pants, 2 minutes is all you have. They said and left the room to sip a cup of tea.

‘This bloody alarm ditched me. I complained to myself in the mirror.

Leaving besides all the morning ablutions. I equipped myself with 2 sweaters, 1 jacket, shoes, jeans and a sandwich. Ofcos with a a few sprays of Deodorant

‘Godamnit. It’s still dark. I moaned while I came out

‘Sat nodded while Gabbar gave a hard look. Divya and Rashi waved a hi5 to me.

‘Champii enjoy the drive. Gabbar said as he threw the keys of the sexy endeavour from the next end of the door.

‘NO.NO.NO I wont. I wont. Lekin mai.. Ok Ok . If you want me to ram the precious SUV in a truck or In case you want me to shove off any scooter wallah, then its fine... I’ll drive. I complained as Rashi stared innocently with her big broad eyes..

‘Ram in where ever you want to... Shove off who so ever you want to. Gabbar amused..

‘Fine. No issues. I said as I rubbed the eyes repeatedly.

Gabbar sat in front seat and rest of three at the rear seat.

‘Play some English hip hop no. A voice came from back after a while.

‘English tracks at this point n time? I objected

‘What’s the issue with the English numbers? Gabbar interrupted

‘Can’t you stop subscribing to whatever she says? I said as Divya winked at me.

‘C’mon champii what’s the point in debating. Just a matter of 2 minutes, she’ll fall asleep. Gabbar said in my ears like a perfect joru ka gulam

We all zeroed to the legendry Enrique..

‘You steer the wheel like a perfectionist. Gabbar uttered after a silence of 1 hour

‘Oh really, I didn’t know that? I smirked

By 6.30 we were at Murthal, where we took a halt for breakfast.

‘Are we at Murthal? Sat questioned while cleaning up his dried saliva which came out while snoring.

‘Yes. His highness. I responded.

Divya and Rashi did not even come for breakfast since they were busy snoring.

‘Fuck man. Look at the rush. Sat said while he gave a kinky look at a lady in her early 30’s.

Avoid Bhe@####.. pitvaana hai kya? Gabbar said

‘Control your emotions sat, you are with your Girl. I said

‘I know. I know. Sat replied while giving a straight face to us.

‘Sat did anyone tell you that you can snore in 50 different ways? Gabbar questioned while he looked for a place to sit.

‘Yes. My boss at IBM once said while on trip to Goa. Sat giggled.

‘Don’t tell me you slept with your boss. I said and we all laughed.

‘Very funny. Sat grinned

Being a very caring friend I asked Sat to get Parontha’s packed for the ladies snoring inside the gigantic ford endeavour

30 minutes later..

‘Let me drive now. Sat said

‘Ok great. I smiled.

By the time we started to move from Murthal ladies also woke up

‘So jao so jao deviyon.. its still 7.15 and dark too . I said in a sarcastic way.

Where are we? Rashi questioned while tagging her silky long hair with a cotton rubber.

32 degrees Longitude. 45.5 Degrees Latitude of North. 2300 meters above the sea level. I replied.

She rolled on the seat laughing. Rashi has a habit of laughing like a mad on poorest of the poor joke. Guess that’s the reason why Sat and Rashi are still together.

‘You were supposed to ram the car in a track.. Right? Divya questioned and chuckled.

‘Earlier I was planning to.. Anyway forget it. I changed the topic

‘Hey!! We’ll stop at Chandigarh 17 market for shopping. Divya suddenly spranged from her seat while she saw the milestone indicating Chandigarh 150 kms.

Everyone nodded including me

Whole day went in shopping later we went to my buaji’s place. I called up them in advance so as to let them know that we 5 are coming over.

Which’s the best disc nearby? Sat asked my cousin Amit.

C’mon Sat we all are tired.. We’ll take rest. We interrupted.

2 hours passed and the girls were still running in circles so as to avoid Boski The dog.( a cute lab )

Are the 2 couples married? Buaji questioned

No. Why? I said

Oh Buaji Don’t take it otherwise, they are formally engaged. I lied

Oh.. ! Buaji said it unconvincingly.

After 2 hrs...

‘That’s all for me. Burp. I won’t take more. Sat said as he was down with 5 pegs of rum.

‘You go sleep then. Gabbar said as he was confident of gulping another bottle.

‘You guys carry on. I’ll catch you later. I said while I picked up a few peanuts from the plate.

While in another room the ladies were busy watching TV and comforting in nicely tucked quilt.

What’s happening? I said.

Bhabhiji is really intresting. Rashi Said.

Yes, for sure she is. I replied.

You also started talking alcohol? Divya questioned while sipping tea

‘No. I said with a puff of air towards divya.

‘Yuck, you had onions. Divya said with a gesture of puking.

Why don’t you take them outside? Bhabhi expressed.

‘They are tired. I said.

‘Who is tired out here? Rashi said.

‘Count me out. Goodnight. Divya rejected

You sure you want to go? I questioned

I’m game for it. Rashi Replied with a beam in her eyes.

‘Does any one want to come along, we are going outside. I asked the member of the bachelors party.

‘Yes. Yes Yes. Iiii. Sat willingly answered

‘Ohhh Piyakkad. Take the quilt n sleep. Gabbar said as he picked up another cashew.

‘You guys carry on. Cousin replied.

You want Car or Bike? I questioned to Rashi

‘Lets walk down. She replied

‘You should also have a girl friend now.. I mean doesn’t it feel bad alone? Rashi so innocently asked while I buy her a cone of icecream.

Really? Tell me whom should I propose to? I pointed towards the bunch of gurls who were passing near by.

‘I’m serious. She said with the seriousness in her eyes.

Oh Rashi.. Sho sweet you are. Sat is really lucky. I said.

For the next 10-15 mins we did not talk to each other..

Is Sat loyal to me? I questioned me with the misty eyes

C’mon Rashi.. yeh kaisa question hai...Of cos he is serious? I replied while looking at my jacket button.

‘Oh really? She replied with her both eyebrows and voice raised

‘Yes. I fumbled

I thought we all were good friends first and your friend’s girlfriend after. She said in a raised voice

We sat on a bench. For the next 10 minutes or so we did not talk to each other.

‘Is he loyal to me? She asked again while looking at her reddish palms.

C’mon Rashi what has happened to you? I questioned

‘You know what Vicky.. I got your answer.. had he been loyal to me.. You wud have said a yes in a sec. She said disappointingly

Popcorns? I asked

‘Thank you so much.. I don’t eat anything offered by strangers. She angrily replied.

‘You are over reacting Rashi, there is nothing to be discussed. I reacted

‘Oh really? Then what the fuck was he telling me after 5 pegs. She stated

I have never seen Rashi is such a mental state. Though I cud have expected this out of Divya.

‘What did he say? I questioned

‘Never mind. He is a bloody dog. She said and started pacing her steps

Though I never intended to disclose the personal things between me and Sat with Rashi... But the moment I saw tears in her eyes... I cudnt control myself and we talked about the same for an hour or so. After all she is a good and innocent friend of mine. Though I was able to convince her that he indeed loves you. I knew I lied to Rashi

‘Thanks Vicky. She said while she gave me a hug in public.

‘But he loves you. I smiled.

‘We will be home in another 5 mins. Dont worry. I said as I answered the call.

By the time we reached home...everybody including Gabbar was busy snoring.

Coffee? I asked Rashi and Bhabhi.

‘I’ll get it. Bhabhi interrupted

We did not utter a word that night.

It’s late... Let’s disperse. I said while I folded the newspaper.

5 hours later...

‘Bhabhi, get me a saridon. Gabbar aksed bhabhi while his hangover was talking its toll.

Where is sat? I asked..

‘There in the quilt. Cousin said while passing by with a tooth brush in hand.

Rashi was at the terrace with a cup of tea in hand.. and Her Highness Divya was right in the front of mirror adjusting her mascara.

Morning Dibbie! You must have had a gud sleep. I asked Divya

She smiled and nodded. While she was busy adjusting her earrings. She looked cute with her dimpled cheeks.

You are looking good. I complimented Divya.

‘As always dude... As always. She smiled.

‘We would be leaving in another 1 hour. I explained

She didn’t hear me as she was busy adjusting her earrings..

‘Rashi come down.. breakfast is ready. I yelled at the top of my voice from the veranda.

Is sat coming for breakfast? I asked gabbar

‘Leave that nerd.. Cannot even stand 5 peg s of rum. Gabbar giggled while the wrapper of saridon was still lying there.

Sat did not come for the breakfast and sat in the car with the quilt on. Breakfast was good as always. We all sat in the car. With Sat in the front seat while gabbar drove. While Rashi sat in the middle of us. .

Gabbar played pink flyod while the temperature soared high after dharampur.
Reached simla.. Checked in. 3 rooms. 2 for the lucky couples. And 1 for unlucky me

Rest will pen down..

Doctor! Doctor!

‘Gosh, Pain in the abdomen is increasing, that’s really serious.’ Isaid it sadly.

After gaining all the courage and valour I went to see a doctor, Dr. Bandhu.

‘Knock Knock!! Is the doc there?’ I asked to the nurse there who was in the early 40’s.

‘No. Didn’t you read the timings outside? She replied with a raised eyebrow.

‘Oh sorry! I said it, embarrassingly.

‘Anyway, what happened to you, you look absolutely fine? She asked.

‘I’ve a severe pain in the abdomen, I guess I have developed appendix.’ I replied with lowered eyes.

‘Appendix, at this age? She asked

‘I nodded. Does appendix have any particular age to develop? I quizzed...

‘I have no clue.’ She replied in her heavy madrasi accent.

‘Ok register yourself, once the doc is here, I will call you. She informed.

‘Name? She asked...

‘Desh Vijay Sharma. I replied.

She laughed as If I have said Vijay Dinanath Chauhan.

‘What’s yours? I quizzed

‘Lakshmi Onam Ottipuranaswamy. She said excitedly

I would be the first person apart from her husband who asked her name.

‘LOO would be the perfect acronym. I chuckled.

‘What? She asked angrily.

‘Nothing. Just a thought. I replied.

‘What thought?? She asked.

It felt as If now she along with the other nurses would tear me apart.

‘Nothing really. Is that water drinkable? I questioned.

‘Nah. She lied.

Meanwhile I browsed the magazines there. Which resembled quite the ones which lies undercover at the bus stands; flashed a south Indian lady showing her heavy cleavage and thunder thieghs at the cover page.

‘I sprang up from my seat.

For the next ten minutes I kept on thinking is the doc a Sexologist or a general Physician.

‘Since how long you are here, lakshmi aunty? I tried to break the ice.

‘Past 2 hours. She chuckled.

‘You must be kidding me. I replied.

‘I came back from Dubai in 2006. It has been 3 hears (Years) I’m with Dr. Bandhu.
She said while she laid heavy emphasis on Dubai.

‘Dubai is a great place. You must be aware of all the nooks and corner of that city. I questioned.

‘Yes. Yes. Yvery Yvery (Every Every). She answered back in pompous tone.
Oh great! Why did you come back then? I quizzed.

(Till now she was on cloud nine that someone was asking about her dubai’sh thing)
‘My husband lost his job. She reacted sadly.

In between all the talks doctor arrived in a hurry.
With his trouser tucked way above his belly button. His blazer appeared as if he wore the same on the graduating ceremony of MBBS. In short he resembled Viru Sehastrabuddhi aka Virus of 3 idiots.

‘What happened boy.’ He asked while he was busy tagging his green cloth on his face.
‘I’m not a swine FLU patient. I muttered.

What’s your name? The doc asked.

Desh Vijay Sharma. I said.

He saw me while he llifted his reading glasses as If he had his lost brother of the same name.

‘Interesting Name, Mr. Sharma. He smiled.

‘Yes, even my Grandfather felt the same. I replied.

I have a severe pain in the abdomen. I interrupted him in his talks.
Oh! Pain in the abdomen. He smirked...

‘Was there something to smirk.’ I asked to myself.

Do you take alcohol? He questioned.

No Sir, I don’t. I replied honestly

He looked towards me with his big green eyes as if he is the interrogator and I’m a terrorist.

‘Are you serious, you don’t take alcohol? He insisted

‘Do I look like a drunkard by face? I questioned.

‘No. No. No. Guys of your age prefer taking it. He smiled and stated.

‘Do you have a girlfriend? He asked with a lowered neck and his reading glasses on the tip of his nose.

The moment he asked me about girl friend a flash of the book with a south Indian lady with a heavy cleavage and thunder thighs came.

‘Excuse me. I said

‘Do you have a girlfriend, I asked.’ He repeated in his husky voice.

‘No. I don’t have. I confidently replied..

He again smirked, As if he was confident that I was lying.

‘Get one, then. He replied in more of an elderly brother’s tone.

‘But sir, my parents are looking a suitable bride for me. I’m not eligible for having a gal friend now; I guess I’m too old for it. I replied while I was busy fondling his paper weight.

By now our conversation turned quite frank and friendly.

‘Pain sir, in the abdomen, Pain. I regained the focus of the doc.

Took a good half n hour for ultrasound and all formalities.

‘Nothing is there, Desh. Stop worrying. He sounded like a school teacher.

‘Just that your lower abdomen nerves are a bit week and are contracted. He said.

Oh, Thank you doc thank you. I said while shaking hands.

Reminds me of the scene from the hindi movies where a man hand shakes the doc who delivered a baby boy for him..

‘Ok doctor see you. I said like a regular slang.

‘Never see me. He again sounded like an elder bro.

‘What’s the bill amount? I asked to the receptionist.

‘What’s your good name, sir? A beautiful girl in her early 30’s asked..

‘Vijay Dinanath Chauhan. I smirked n winked at her.

What??? She looked as if she felt offended.

She looked like one of the actresses who come in daily soaps and say “ Kya Kya Kya”

Desh Vijay Sharma. I replied with the straight face.

‘Hmmm... INR 1200 pls. She said.

While I was coming out of the clinic happily, I thought the gestures and jokes of the doctor (though sounded absurd) was the perfect way to relax me.

‘He is a good doctor. I smiled.

‘But the quality of the magazines at the clinic must improve. I laughed..

Engineering College..

Life of a person takes a gigantic leap the day he steps into a college and the genesis of his dreams plunges on the journey of 4 years of Fun, Frolic and Books. The excitement multi folds if he is a proud part of any Engineering/Medical college. Though I did not attend any medical college (although I wanted to, though I wanted everything) so I’ll not get into any anecdotal ranges of the same.

Well let me first tell you some stereotypical and Generic facts of an Engineering college (Devoid of the fact whether it’s an IIT or any Lala Foos Mal college of Engineering)

1) There would always be a security guard at the main gate with whom you would want to forge friendly relations.
2) There would always be a gang sitting in the corridors teasing the by passers.
3) There would always be a khokha not more than 20 metres from the main gate of the college where an old aged person would serve you Chai, mathi and cigarettes.
4) There would be a few couples whom u would find in the Safe corners ( Discussing about Java, C++ ,C- -and primarily their future plans)
5) There would be students who would sit right under the nose of the teachers and would say YES MA’AM – GOT IT MA’AM at every instance.
6) Then, there would be students (Read Guys) who would grow Beard during Exam days. ( I still wonder why they need to grow beard to prove that they study)
7) You would always find a guy walking down to library at unearthly hours with tons of books in hand.
8) And then, there would always be a beauty in the college for whom every guy would say – Yaar..Agar yeh haan kar dey na to saala shaadi kar lu!
9) There would be couple who would even visit the libraries on Saturdays n Sundays to discuss about various other things ranging from Future planning to Family Planning.
10) And, some morons like me who prefer not to attend classes and roam around the college unnecessarily.

Will pen down soon.. the remaining part.

Does God Really Exist?

At times I wonder why does god reflect a prejudiced and trivial side to an individual. Does god treat everyone disparately? Does he have the right to misuse his power to be partial? Does his existence is really a truth or just a chicanery? All these question when I asked to myself last night gave me a perplexed outlook towards his existence.

(Flashback)

Last night, I felt bored of going through the regular-generic Finance case study, so, just in order to rationalise my “Fin-key” thoughts and to give relaxation to my dead brain cells I pulled out an year old edition of The Outlook which was safely lying Virgin ( Read Unread ) in my drawer. While flipping through the pages I was stuck up to an article about a Retired IAS officer who lost his wife and a son in an accident sum two years ago. Embracing the reality and moving on with the life was the only option left, he said mournfully. However, even worst came when his second son, daughter-in-law and the only grandchild died in a fatal accident... The poor unfortunate retired officer couldn’t take this... Went into depression and now he is inmate in one of the mental asylums.

A shiver underwent my nerves thinking about the man..How the man would have felt Cremating 2 sons, wife, daughter-in-law and a grandchild in just 2 years of time. Every emotion came to a standstill in just 2 years. Albeit, he must have thought of a contended family after retirement while serving his tenure as Secretary.

In a somber mood I closed everything, including my Investment case which I had to deliver today but I could not. I’m feeling too gloomy to do anything. I want to meet the poor man. I want to console the unfortunate soul. God cannot be so cruel to an individual. How can he simply do that??? How can he? All these thoughts paved way to certain thoughts vis-a-viz everything related to atrocities of god.

All these Investment electives...Exchange Programs... Professors... Cases... Grades...Placement sounded divestiture of one’s dreams and hard work at this point of time.

And I was just left with a single question..Does god really exist???

However as they say – Change is only constant in this impassive world. Anyway lets regain my focus again...