(Story)
After settling down in my cozy room allotted by my company on the foreign trip,I decided to have a shower and go out for a stroll. Bored of the heavily lighted streets I started walking through a dark and deserted lane. Twenty steps of my walk, in the twilight, I witnessed a silhouette, within was an angel.
And then……..
The urge in me to touch the angel was growing exponentially and I was strolling inch by inch towards her as the desire grew. The long white robe was in reach and I touched it ;growing in confidence, I clutched it .Well,possible..Huh!! Is it another woman? Amidst the thought I felt like loosing soil beneath my leg. What on earth…Levitation ! .Holy s**t ,I am ascending along this ‘angel’ clutched to the end of her robe.
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Lonely and dark place--with the dreams of heaven shattered I left the grip on the robe and followed her. Darkness gave way to splendid light. Not one but many angles .Hope revived and happiness sneaked into me just to be overwhelmed by the horrifying fear of getting caught .Among the crowd of angles I waited for the what seemed so inevitable. But,…..is it non-cooperation or are they just not seeing me.? She who rode me to Heavens , turned giving me the first glimpse of the captivating beauty. If at least one were there like this back there…The soft voice of her mellowed something to an angel who stood behind me. Now, for certain I know I am invisible. Fantasy of many a day rushed back and it was no more a fantasy; I could not be seen.
Why men seek for eternity, now I know. The chirruping of the cherubs descended on my ears reminding me that reveries are not removed even in the pinnacles of ecstacy. Oh, did my eyes took the grey shade or are they really worried? Auditory sensory provided the substantiation. Bits and pieces were missing ,but my mind provided the closure. Trouble is brewing in this place destined to be devoid of it; predestined happenings of earth are jeopardized by a missing link- the surreptitious I. Oh God , oh yeah , that’s God; my eyes were almost rendered jobless but ears were unfailing “He sure is here by devil’s design and we by our power and majesty cannot see the culpable humans here. He has to be found ;the way he used against Heavens has to be found. And he having committed the most heinous crime ,like all in the category shall spent thousand years in the hell before he is offered a life on earth as testing ground to gain the Heavens.” Perspiration marked the sole quality of being in me as I stood petrified. “Julie-- angel for him whose valiant efforts for him for his success in earth are now gone futile -- come to Me now” The beautiful face which I saw a while ago was immersed in agony, the beautiful angel who a while ago brought me here ,was drooped and shivering. “He is diabolic and from here he could be found only by a human. Descend to earth and bring the pious man I show you, to find him. I am helpless but for this” Well the God is not the ‘God’ I thought of as omnipotent. He is powerful but not that - “Don’t worry you can go to earth and you have to as you are his angel”. Reassurance-He doesn’t know she was there. Why then she…. “Ask the pious man to clutch your robe and ascend , he too shall be ascended”. The already miserable face of hers became cadaverous now. Yes that’s right, she is just realizing now that I came along with her. “Go. Go on”. The mercury of fear took a horrendous jump in me and He was no more in my vicinity. With unsure steps, the angel – no my angel- straggled across. Insight or intuition I clutched to her robe and she was descending. Heavens was passed over and the booming voice splattered into my ears. “ Stop. He is clinging to your robe. Burn him and send him to hell ”. The zero g pause was pleasureful but the fear of the impending denied its savoury.
The pause was brief and the journey rolled again- in the same direction. The shrilling scream “Julie ..You are cursed , the doors of heaven are closed on you” went neglected.
Angel ,my angel……
The fear in her face waded away showing the resolute features that underlay not hindering the original beauty but adding to it. She might have protected me from the bloopers ,I thought went undiscovered; she might have ,no , she have given me the reaps all the while when I were lazy to struggle for it, she have protected me from the aftermath wretchedness when my temperament deceived me, she .. she laid me in the lap of luxury. I am what I am by her….The same good old dark and deserted lane welcomed me back on earth. I left my clutch from the robe. With the ever solemn and graceful look in her face she gently touched my face and was about to turn when I mustered the courage to ask her why she turned up here earlier. Her reply made the fact that all the tricks she could do from heaven were not enough to save me that time and she had to covertly break the law to save me from the danger I was in. She just said danger and I asked no more of it but I knew it could have been the worst on the stretch of my imagination. Clarity dawned on me why she opted hell by saving me. As if knowing all by telepathy she replied – ‘this save is not a save of permanence and we will have to spend the thousand years in hell no matter how you live here now on; and remember I am not there to help you .’
‘All this years I never prayed to God; but now I shall pray, not to avert that thousand years in hell but to make you and me live here in this earth together after those years. And what else can I ask Him , rather than you, who forsook heaven and chose hell for me , to be my mother.’ A lovely smile split across her lips bequeathing the brilliance of thousand full moons to my mind.
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The End
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Wednesday, 30 July 2008
Inside Out!!!
(Speech 4-6 min)
The much sought after south west monsoon of India onsets in Kerala on June 1.In the year 1983 , 9 days before that ,the coolness the monsoon brings was served to a middle class family in the form of a baby boy.
Hello fellow beings….
The baby boy grew up and had his education in his hometown in Ernakulam,Kerala.
He was guided by his sister elder to him by six years.His father an officer in spices board had outsourced the worries and tensions of him; and the warnings and punishments for him , to his mother –the home maker.Of course,care love and affection were not on the list of outsorced items.
14 years of initial education in a single institution!!! Yes, he survived……..Christened as the engineering entrance,the exit from childhood to youth left him with everlasting nostalgic memories of those long hours of baths in canal,the little fishing done,the lingering taste of neighbours’ raw mangoes eaten after the local games, the sweet taste of the black coffees during the late night carols,the fights made for the flowers during the onam festivites,the dry smile managed when made to stand on the bench in the class,the happiness on the successful launch of paper rockets from the back benches and the sadness in seeing the paper boats sinking in the channels of water rain created ignoring his own drenched state.
In the engineering college under cochin university where he did the course in computer science and engineering he went through nominal ragging and other fun actiities.There he served 2 years as arts club secretary where he started to appreciate art and see the artists with adoration.--- the positive side of politics.
On finishing the course,he decided not to join NIT Kozhikode for further studies instead joined iGATE.He had reasons..His sister who passed out MCA in the year 2000 had faced the burnts of the economic slowdown of the period and her father’s unwillingness to sent her to distant place in search for job.The urge to be safe was overwhelming.Afterall, now his sister is a happy lecture of a professional college,is a happy wife of a dentist and a happy mother of 4 year old baby boy is another part of the story.
On joining iGATE he was put for 6months in support and maintenance for ING Vysya bank depository participants.(ok..through depository accounts people sell and buy shares )There he came in face with the real life.Fully tensed bank employees,stock market actions—in addition to the new state and language Bangalore offered—oh…full mess but finally he was moved to the development project for ING Vysya Financial Services.There his life was cool.After 26 months of professional journey with iGATE Corporation heI joined SAP Labs where till now he has served for 22 months –well, ‘experience’ in software parlance is always expressed in months—especially in India.
And he continues in Bangalore as a bachelor with a typical software engineer life .
If anyone speaks of a person who have not done anything spectacular to the ears of the audience,and that too for a considerable time ,then on the highest probablity ,he is speaking of himself.The situaton here is no different .The subject of scrutiny is myself – Jindow Joseph.ya that’s my name.. and perplexed at life and posing many questions ….But,despite all intriguing questions LIFE MUST GO ON—Let the time unfolds and I am ready for all the surprises and challenges it has in store.
Over to you !!!!
The much sought after south west monsoon of India onsets in Kerala on June 1.In the year 1983 , 9 days before that ,the coolness the monsoon brings was served to a middle class family in the form of a baby boy.
Hello fellow beings….
The baby boy grew up and had his education in his hometown in Ernakulam,Kerala.
He was guided by his sister elder to him by six years.His father an officer in spices board had outsourced the worries and tensions of him; and the warnings and punishments for him , to his mother –the home maker.Of course,care love and affection were not on the list of outsorced items.
14 years of initial education in a single institution!!! Yes, he survived……..Christened as the engineering entrance,the exit from childhood to youth left him with everlasting nostalgic memories of those long hours of baths in canal,the little fishing done,the lingering taste of neighbours’ raw mangoes eaten after the local games, the sweet taste of the black coffees during the late night carols,the fights made for the flowers during the onam festivites,the dry smile managed when made to stand on the bench in the class,the happiness on the successful launch of paper rockets from the back benches and the sadness in seeing the paper boats sinking in the channels of water rain created ignoring his own drenched state.
In the engineering college under cochin university where he did the course in computer science and engineering he went through nominal ragging and other fun actiities.There he served 2 years as arts club secretary where he started to appreciate art and see the artists with adoration.--- the positive side of politics.
On finishing the course,he decided not to join NIT Kozhikode for further studies instead joined iGATE.He had reasons..His sister who passed out MCA in the year 2000 had faced the burnts of the economic slowdown of the period and her father’s unwillingness to sent her to distant place in search for job.The urge to be safe was overwhelming.Afterall, now his sister is a happy lecture of a professional college,is a happy wife of a dentist and a happy mother of 4 year old baby boy is another part of the story.
On joining iGATE he was put for 6months in support and maintenance for ING Vysya bank depository participants.(ok..through depository accounts people sell and buy shares )There he came in face with the real life.Fully tensed bank employees,stock market actions—in addition to the new state and language Bangalore offered—oh…full mess but finally he was moved to the development project for ING Vysya Financial Services.There his life was cool.After 26 months of professional journey with iGATE Corporation heI joined SAP Labs where till now he has served for 22 months –well, ‘experience’ in software parlance is always expressed in months—especially in India.
And he continues in Bangalore as a bachelor with a typical software engineer life .
If anyone speaks of a person who have not done anything spectacular to the ears of the audience,and that too for a considerable time ,then on the highest probablity ,he is speaking of himself.The situaton here is no different .The subject of scrutiny is myself – Jindow Joseph.ya that’s my name.. and perplexed at life and posing many questions ….But,despite all intriguing questions LIFE MUST GO ON—Let the time unfolds and I am ready for all the surprises and challenges it has in store.
Over to you !!!!
(Project 1 of CC - Ice Breaker)
The Great Indian Economic Divide
(Speech 5-7 min)
It’s with a big smile that we say that four Indians appear in the Forbes ten richest people in the world………
Hello fellow beings…. Its shame and not smile that we should have while reading this news. We should be shameful on the fact that a very small percentage of people occupy the lion share of wealth of India .In precise terms the bottom 50% of the people occupy just 8% of the nation’s wealth.
In a video game, which is a simulated version of life, the levels get tougher as we move on. In contrast, in real life it’s so difficult to start with but when you have some substantial riches it’s quite easy to further it. If the design of video games keeps the gamers addicted, the real life breeds frustration.
I suggest two modes of efforts of getting over this faulty design of real life gradually. One - governmental efforts; two- efforts on personal front.
On the governmental front, education- of same quality should be provided to all. Otherwise, the result will be decided even before the game starts. Analyzing the educational aspect, I stumble upon another point. In all the examinations students are set a maximum mark that they can achieve say 100 out 100.But when it comes to wealth accumulation there is no such upper limit. As a second step government should enforce an upper limit on the wealth accumulation to get over the defaulted system of capitalism. In fact, capitalism is a funny concept. Let’s imagine that Somesh comes up with an invention of a car that runs on water –no petrol, no diesel. I have nothing against Somesh getting richer as he gets his idea patented but I am troubled at the fate of an average man who would have spent his life’s earning to buy the existing petrol car. Innovator should be rewarded appropriately only. The government can reduce the period of patent towards this.
In the personal front, we should resist ourselves from extravagant consumer behaviourism and also we should withhold from promoting it in others. For instance, when we say the tie of Naveen looks great, it create a temptation in him to buy more thus aiding unscrupulous spending. I understand that it takes out a big topic from the small talk but it reduces unreasonable spending. Moving from resistive to proactive actions we should promote entrepreneurial urges among ourselves. We need enterprises of maximum 10 employees and not companies of 1 lakh employees for even distribution of wealth.
These measures of providing equal education, having an upper limit on wealth accumulation, patent controlling from the government side and individual restrain from promoting consumer behaviourism and actively indulging in entrepreneurial efforts can help us refrain rich getting richer and poor getting poorer. This is absolutely necessary in a country where some does not have the income for even a day’s meal when the Forbes’ kings celebrate their wife’s birthday by presenting an aircraft. This huge economic divide if not controlled will lead to unrest and agitation from the aggrieved section. This huge economic divide if not controlled will not allow us to eat even an ice cream in brigade road-there will be people to snatch it away from us. This huge economic divide if not controlled will make us witness blasts,blasts and more blasts.Hence,it's our responsiblity ,our government's responsiblity to see that this huge economic divide is effectively controlled.
Over to you !!!!!! ……………..
It’s with a big smile that we say that four Indians appear in the Forbes ten richest people in the world………
Hello fellow beings…. Its shame and not smile that we should have while reading this news. We should be shameful on the fact that a very small percentage of people occupy the lion share of wealth of India .In precise terms the bottom 50% of the people occupy just 8% of the nation’s wealth.
In a video game, which is a simulated version of life, the levels get tougher as we move on. In contrast, in real life it’s so difficult to start with but when you have some substantial riches it’s quite easy to further it. If the design of video games keeps the gamers addicted, the real life breeds frustration.
I suggest two modes of efforts of getting over this faulty design of real life gradually. One - governmental efforts; two- efforts on personal front.
On the governmental front, education- of same quality should be provided to all. Otherwise, the result will be decided even before the game starts. Analyzing the educational aspect, I stumble upon another point. In all the examinations students are set a maximum mark that they can achieve say 100 out 100.But when it comes to wealth accumulation there is no such upper limit. As a second step government should enforce an upper limit on the wealth accumulation to get over the defaulted system of capitalism. In fact, capitalism is a funny concept. Let’s imagine that Somesh comes up with an invention of a car that runs on water –no petrol, no diesel. I have nothing against Somesh getting richer as he gets his idea patented but I am troubled at the fate of an average man who would have spent his life’s earning to buy the existing petrol car. Innovator should be rewarded appropriately only. The government can reduce the period of patent towards this.
In the personal front, we should resist ourselves from extravagant consumer behaviourism and also we should withhold from promoting it in others. For instance, when we say the tie of Naveen looks great, it create a temptation in him to buy more thus aiding unscrupulous spending. I understand that it takes out a big topic from the small talk but it reduces unreasonable spending. Moving from resistive to proactive actions we should promote entrepreneurial urges among ourselves. We need enterprises of maximum 10 employees and not companies of 1 lakh employees for even distribution of wealth.
These measures of providing equal education, having an upper limit on wealth accumulation, patent controlling from the government side and individual restrain from promoting consumer behaviourism and actively indulging in entrepreneurial efforts can help us refrain rich getting richer and poor getting poorer. This is absolutely necessary in a country where some does not have the income for even a day’s meal when the Forbes’ kings celebrate their wife’s birthday by presenting an aircraft. This huge economic divide if not controlled will lead to unrest and agitation from the aggrieved section. This huge economic divide if not controlled will not allow us to eat even an ice cream in brigade road-there will be people to snatch it away from us. This huge economic divide if not controlled will make us witness blasts,blasts and more blasts.Hence,it's our responsiblity ,our government's responsiblity to see that this huge economic divide is effectively controlled.
Over to you !!!!!! ……………..
(Project 2 of CC)
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