Wednesday, June 30, 2010

To be Legal, I went Anti-Legal

"Keep Quite." commanded the invigilator. He was sitting on his chair, busy with his phone and some papers, during the law entrance examination of Delhi University. He was supposed to invigilate candidates writing their examination.

I was sitting exactly in front of him. I had read all the questions and tried few. The paper was easy enough to solve it. But there was something disturbing me. I had passed half of the time thinking about it.

Three days ago,
Sitting next to him. Mr. Vinay, a trainer in the election department of North Delhi Region, would help me in clearing the Law entrance examination. My dad was also there. He was supposed to pay his cheating fees. I was confident that Mr. Vinay would tell the easiest way to clear the examination, but as per him and many others, the easiest way is study hard.

Mr. Vinay was young and had a clear face cuts as I do. My dad asked him to write my examination, instead of I go. He refused this deal, even dad was offering a good amount for all this job. He said that he could not risk his government job. We did not have any other option but to accept his deal. I had to clear this time. I couldn't bear another year at home, doing nothing.

"You need to take a mobile with you in the examination hall. Just buy a cricket spotter and keep your mobile in it." Mr. Vinay said.

"Won't it be visible to others, plus what would be the use of it. I can take it with me in hand." I inquired.

"No, it won't be visible to anyone. Lots of students have tried this before. You would get a message from me on your mobile, which would have all the answers." he replied.

"You sure that will be safe for the my career ahead." I asked further.

"Touch wood, no one is caught so far. No one would ask it. Just be brave while doing all this."

"What do you mean by 'be brave'? Had I been not brave enough, I would not have asked for you." I replied in aggression.

"What do you think, Vinit? You sure you can make it." Dad was concerned.

"I don't know. I never have done this before." I was not able to make up my mind.

"If you would have done this before, you were not sitting here. Just make up your mind and I want a positive nod." Dad said.

Back to examination hall:

Around 11.30 AM, as expected, I got two messages on phone, hidden in my supporter with a pen and a piece of paper. And the vibration of the message made me more uneasy. I was so frighten that I was not able to ask to go for washroom as planned. Some how after 10 minutes, I asked the invigilator collecting all the power and showing as if I really want to go washroom.

"Sirji, can I go to washroom? I am not feeling well. Just for 2 minutes."

"Okay, but come back as soon as possible." he said. He was still busy with his papers.

I just stepped out of the desk, the invigilator called me.

"Oh man, you are gone." said frighten inside me.

"Please turn your examination sheet upside down and other material on the desk. I'm sure you don't need them there." he instructed.

"Turn around the answer sheet. He must be joking. I have not done anything on it so far." My inside smiled.

"Oh yes sir." I said and took a breath of relief.

I moved out of the room and went straight to other end. I went into the washroom and bolted it. With my hands shaking, I took out mobile, paper and pen. There were two messages, as told by Mr. Vinay. I wrote all the options on that paper.

After writing all the options, I wore my jeans and wiped out the sweat. I walked out of the washroom and walking few steps ahead, there was water cooler. After drinking water, I was still shivering because the main job was to copy the options on OMR sheet.

"Hey, what are you doing here? You are supposed to be in your hall." asked a senior invigilator in high volume.

"Sirrrr, I just went to washroom. I was not..." I was saying and then he interrupted again.

"Who allowed you? Take me to him and what is your room number." he asked in higher pitch.

"Room number 10 sir." I said. "Sir, I was not feeling well thats why invigilator allowed me for a minute." I continued.

"Okay, let's go to your room." he said. (now with normal pitch)

He accompanied me to my hall. I directly move to my desk. The invigilator looked at me as if I was the culprit and he will command the death sentence for getting the senior in the room.

"Sir, why did you allow him to go out?" the senior asked.

"He was not feeling well, Sir. Should I check him, if you have any doubt in him?" he said and the moment he asked, my heart was almost in my neck.

"No, no. Its okay." the senior said.

I still had that paper with me. I took a deep breath and took that paper out of the pocket safely. Now, I had to be more cautious. The paper was small but could be visible from other corner of the room. Since the senior had visited room once, invigilator was active then before.

With just 30 minutes remaining, I copied all the options on the question paper and then I started coping them to the OMR sheet.

I don't know what I did was right or wrong, but it was unethical for my career to start. I cleared the entrance examination of Law. I am going to be a part of the Judiciary System of India very soon. But I can't forget this cheating. The cheating which could end up in Jail before I start learning about Indian Penal Codes.

Note:: This story is fictitious. It does not have any resemblance to any living or death person.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Evening Joggers

It was 6 in the evening, when Armaan saw a pair of new Reebok Joggers shoes. The pair was white in color with some green patches on it. Armaan was surprised to see them, and he immediately asked his mom, "mamma, mamma, whose shoes is this? They seem to be of my size."

" Yeah, it is of your size. And it's gift from your Dad for you." she replied.

"Oh really, Thank you mamma." he said and his mom smiled back. He knew why did his dad gift him new shoes. Armaan has cleared FMS written as well as personal interview. Now, it was time to submit fees and do other job administrative work, but his dad had gifted him new pair of shoe before all process completes.

He picked the pair and was looking it from every angle. After a minute thought, he wore the shoes and picked his phone and ear phones. He was thinking of something which he never did before.

"Mamma, I'm going for jog. I' ill be back by 7.30." He said to his mother.

His mother was amazed, but she was happy that her son was going out for jog for sometime. She allowed him to go and closed the door after he moved out. She could not believe it. Armaan used to go to play in evening, but in last one year he coudl not get time go out.

Armaan entered the park from the back gate, which provides enough space to enter the park. With his earphones in his ears, he started jogging. The birds were chirping around, and the sun was busy going to other side of the earth. The leaves were falling on the path. People were walking or jogging.

He crossed five highly experienced men. They were talking about current happening in the city and local, sitting under the tree. Today, their words worth a lot. They know what they have experienced out of their office, and their personal life.

"Did you hear about the triple murder case in Ashok Vihar? How can these people do that?" one asked.

"There is not such things in my pind, Mogga." said one old Sikh, wearing orange colour turban.

The park was full of people.There were families, came for a walk. Children were playing in the ground. Some were with their grand parents. Armaan never had gone for a jog before like this.While running, he was looking around. He felt bad and he was thinking why did n't he go for such jog before.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

That's the way He treats me.

On 2nd February, I was happy on that day. There were two reasons for that, one it was my Lisha Appi's birthday and second because I had cleared NIFT MFM written entrance exam and Appi also cleared it. Now, its time for rejoice. I got something to make my family feel happy after some really bad results in other MBA entrance exams. But then another tension born in my mind, the fear of facing the interview panel. Although, the panel won't bite me, but they embarrass you if I won't answer as per them.

At around 6, I reached home after celebrating Appi's so called surprise party. I told mom about my result. She was happy, but didn't show it. She was rather made a usual expression, and said "okay". Her reaction was not good enough to be happy about. I ignored her this reaction, may be she was tired because of house work. I hoped she would talk about it later again.

I assumed that she would tell about NIFT to dad, but my assumption was wrong as dad didn't even utter NIFT word (may be she had told about it to him) till I got letter from NIFT, declaring the fact that I have cleared it. Because of his this type of attitude towards me, I always feel that he is not concerned with what I want in life. He is more old family drama flick's father, who want his son to be part of his business and I am that bad son who ultimately turns out to be a villian in the Movie.

Never mind, lets just leave this topic for now. I don't know what has he planned for me. Moreover, I can n't ever understand his mindset.

Thursday, June 03, 2010

In just two days

Last Friday (28th May'10), I got free from my final graduation exams. It was nostalgic feeling. We all were together for the last time. But this post is not dedicated to my three years of college, which I can't forget my whole life. The post is more about after college, particularly 2-3 days just after completing your college. Although, its a very short period to think about what next.

I just got bore with in 2 days after college. But I have to work more on my future, as score I have in my graduation won't ensure a secured future. Every day, when I look up into my dad's eyes, I feel ashamed that I couldn't feel him proud of me. I could not do best in my score.

Can I be a writer or a poet or as per my dad, should I be a manager in a big MNC. I have no idea. Its ridiculous that even GOD remain silent on this question for me, I don't know about others. There are options, but then there is also hard work. My friend Mayur said once, "work hard on any stage, you will be benefited for your rest of the life." I think I should work now. Its now or never.