A READER’S LIFE

A collection of all nice books is possible with any Tom, Dick or Harry.But to squeeze out nector from a book requires a  study of focussed attention and deep interest in that.

Though its unfortunate but the reality on the ground is that most of the dedicated readers lack proper facilities. All of them know it. But they don’t quit despite every odd condition. May be they make themselves strong enough to face and go through it anytime.No matter how difficult lives they strive in but they don’t complain but endure . It’s just a part of the game.


TO study any book or material serves their minds a feel of content. Their joy gets doubled whenever they get any chance of having a book’s permanent possession. The actual feeling is like adding another pearl to one’s personal collection.


One thing or quality these all real seekers of knowledge have in common is humility. They don’t restrict their quest for getting satisfied to just expensive books but all creations of nature. May be for this reason they always stay ready to listen and learn from everyone and everything around them.

 Neither they claim of being a learnt one  nor do they try to prove it to others. For, their gentle behavior proves that everywhere. No sentence or word of them boasts of any power but their timely help to others proves it.


Whenever they take up a book to read they start loving it whole-heartedly. Each fine book they dwell upon derives heavenly pleasure to them. They invariably stay ready and well prepared mentally of the possible long interruptions caused by people around them. 

And , probably, that’s why they don’t complain of it generally.


Besides this they always keep their temper very cool in all circumstances and with all .


And, although, they are never disturbed by the gentlemen but when they are, then, they simply think that no worship is truly completed if any idiot/hindrances doesn’t/don’t prevail/exist around them.

‘He’

By :  His Inspiration
    (Sandeep Datta)
He who determines our destiny and bears the responsibility of creating our fate.He who is believed to have decided  at which juncture of life we will actually meet our true soul mate.

He without whom we have no meaning anywhere. He whose wish takes us everywhere.He from whom we emerge and it’s he in whom we all submerge.


He who creates everything .He who shapes everything.He is none other than Lord Shree Krsihna,the supreme power, himself.


We all wander this planet to that planet in different lives because of His will.


He fixes our time to get birth and our time to get killed. He who arranges all our meetings and separations from the people we come across in life . Because only he knows what is good for us and what is vice.

He guides us to live in his wished way and sees that we don’t fall as anybody’s prey.


It is He who arranges our confrontations with the tough challenges of  life.Though each of our success is His special blessing but he still directs us to strive.For, he knows what is good for us as the mentor of  fate.And,that’s the reason why he asks us to hurry up so that we shouldn’t get anywhere too late.


We feel energetic of any capability just because of Him.For,our every ability is his gift to our soul.
Whether We should win or loose that’s all determined by Him.For,He writes our destiny not we.It’s his job to let us dance at the platform he thinks is the best for you or me.


We dare to fight out our struggles because He is the one who infuses that fighting spirit in every skin.For, the supreme power of this universe belongs to him,confirming as the ruler of each and everything.


We work upon some ideas that click to our mind but all those creative bubbles happen only because of that power which is totally divine. It’s because of him that all mind flashes get birth into our subconscious senses.
It’s 

He who lifts our mind to get the realization of His gifted talents to optimize them in our most troubled and frustrating times. Because he is that poet who adds new words and gives our life all fascinating rhymes.


And, because of Him we feel charged up to take up any tough challenge by its roots,no matter how hopeless people assume  us while looking upon our frazzled(ragged) boots.


So, whatever we do whatever we think or whatever we manage to click upon are secret messages conveyed to us through the intutions since we are born.


We just work upon those ideas He wants us to bring into use and watches their ripples creating varying effects so that we don’t get further confuse.


He always accompanies us in our daily humdrum routine.But exhibits the magic of luck only when we actually  begin feeling as a machine.


And, I bow in front of that almighty Lord  who draws every single line of our fate completing  the design of our beautiful life which gets embellished  only when he draws it on His Golden plate.

And the life goes on…..

By Sandeep Datta

Attitude is all that matters in one’s life. This is what the life has taught me .And, undoubtedly , I followed it like a lesson learnt by heart. Born in a middle class Brahmin family. I went through all that what others feel uncomfortable in.

The shortest boy of every queue and the thinnest one among all the sportsmen of  the school. Inexplicable is all that what one suffers when even family proves ignorant to appreciate the child for encouragement.
The youngest one of the five, one brother and three sisters and the last one,me, I learnt what outside world taught me by inflicting injuries upon me.

But, thanks to the sports that taught me the most important lesson of life, “It’s one’s attitude that determines one’s success but not others opinion”.

While winning many events, mentioned like Badminton, Kabbaddi, Kho,Martial Arts at zonal and state levels I developed the killer’s attitude of ‘making things possible’.But, despite getting admitted in a prestigious college(Ramjas College) of Delhi, by defeating 29 state and national level players, I had to quit. The reason was nothing but simply the  parents’ disliking for sports.

Actually,my first failure, in twelfth grade of school, transformed me completely. Making me too much serious about studies instead of sports. Surely, this was the U turn of my life.

But, voices were raised to the extent of depriving me of further studies. Fortunately, by the next year, I proved them wrong ,securing first division. Anyhow, the enraged family had to cool down a little.

But, unfortunately,during graduation, despite trying hard I couldn’t perform well and resulted miserably.The reason was nothing but intense pressure of family and relatives.Over expectations do create agonising pressure. I think every parent needs too learn.

Otherwise,despite striving so devotedly, daily for almost eight to ten hours I passed on margin. Does anyone know why? Psychologist call it nervousness. But do the parents know what leads to this situation where one turns so unconfident about one’s ability that he sometimes even looses his mental balance too.

 It is not a bluff, but, the reality, in which  every year thousands of students struggle. But, who cares ? Ultimately, the bad results in exams provide upper hand to the parents to curse the child,everytime. Isn’t it?But, parents need to realize their mistakes too.

Usually this ‘attention’ is not always because parents care for their children ,but, their own prestige is at stake in society. What a shameful thing it is if a, innocent student is put under so much intense pressure that he starts misunderstanding the exams’ result as the end of life.Though, it is a false impression about exams.

Examinations are held to evaluate the knowledge acquired by students in classes. But, in no way, to scare them to them extent of committing suicide, sometimes.

Therefore, by restricting my unimpressive studies, it was suggested, to put me in our small family business. But, despite bowing in front of family’s order I continued studying along with it through public library books. For Three long years I cherished the fifty paise membership and studied a lot on human behavior. This was the study which actually inspired me to join journalism.

After so much reluctance from my family towards my continuation of studies ,at last, I was allowed to study,but, on my own expense. Friends kept lending me money for my fees. And, I managed to afford because of their timely helps. And, for almost half a dozen diplomas that I did, I had to pay back by my little pocket money.
But,very hard is to mention the reasons for which I was not financed by my own family for pursuing studies.

 May be their ignorance, towards the professional training’s importance or the envy of my own elder brother, is the reason. I can’t say ,or perhaps, don’t want to. That’s why, despite being a topper thrice in notable insititutes , none of my family member knows my level of education ,till date. The reason, I can’t explain.

Unfortunately, I lost my father because of heart-attack this year, in the month of June,but my passion remained intact.

And , today, confronting so many obstacles of life that ‘hopeless’ child of government school could attain this much knowledge, today.

No matter how many obstructions came my way but I preferred confronting them boldly. It is because of that determined attitude to succeed in life that I could become a Freelancewriter and Radio presenter in All India Radio.

A great soul, we called Mataji

A great soul, we called Mataji                                                                         Feb.24, 2013

God could not be everywhere, so He created mothers. The age old saying feels so true when we think of the role a mother plays in her children's lives. But I felt it quite strongly on losing my mother's elder sister -- Mataji. She left us all for her heavenly abode on the night of Basant Panchami, which fell on Feb 15 this year.

It felt too overwhelming to see my ailing mother today as she arrived at the Uthala ceremony but couldn't control her emotions in saying: "Behenjiiiiiii, Dekho....Main Tuwanu Milan Aaayi Haan" (O my sister ! See, I have come to meet you). It felt as if my Mumma was urging her sister to once again stand up and greet her with a warm embrace like always.

The pure emotional outburst of a younger sister for her lifelong friend and motherly figure touched almost everyone present in the huge packed to capacity hall, leaving many in tears.

Mataji was born in a Hindu Goswami family during 1930s in Jhang, a place now in Pakistan. It seems the daily religious prayers and performance of so many Hindu rituals by parents at home, left a deep influence on her heart to dedicate every little success to God. Thus, she grew up as a devoutly religious person who always gained happiness in worshipping her Thakurji, as Shri Krishna is called by His ardent devotees, and helping others in distress.

She had three sisters and three brothers. My mother, Padma, being the youngest of her siblings was dearest to Mataji. So, for her, this personal loss is beyond comprehension. 

After all, mumma has lost in Mataji, a friend, a sister, a mother and most importantly an invaluable agony aunt. As a son, I always observed how Mataji was the only person who could feel my mother's agony throughout her life. They talked to each other over phone just four days ago before Mataji breathed her last.  

It was my mumma who suddenly insisted me on Feb 11 to call Mataji. I never felt such a strong urge by mumma for talking to Mataji. She wanted to share something very important with Mataji. 

Actually, my mother had had a dream of their eldest sister -- Bade Mataji -- a few hours ago. So my mother called up to tell Mataji how when she asked Bade Mataji: "Aaj mere Supne which kyon aayin hain ?....Ona ne kya...Main Tenu Milan Aayi Haan Padma".

I was touched to see how strongly these sisters, including the one who died over 20 years ago, felt. It was amazing to observe how they were communicating even in their subconcious mind while living in different worlds.    

I don't know how will my mother bear such an immeasurable loss, as she is living in that phase of life when even one's own flesh and blood -- children -- usually tend to behave like strangers do. 

Mataji spent her life helping or enabling others in coming out of their most difficult phase of life. Having seen the most trying times in her life initially, she knew how terrible it feels to face a tough time, especially when one is all alone. Perhaps, that's why she chose to be a support for every helpless person in our family.

Though she was a mother to four children -- Pawan and Ramesh bhaiya, and all affectionate and caring Meena and Raj didi, she lived as a guardian to many, especially her Devars – Nath and Inder mamaji, who valued her as their sister despite being the Bhabhi.

You name the person in our Parivar and he or she has a personal tale to tell about how Mataji made a difference in his or her life. She was a lady full of praises for every righteous person. She was a critic that anyone may yearn to have. But she had no personal grudge against anyone. 

Mataji always tried to remind all about the morals that they are supposed to live by for leading an ideal life. She influenced one and all by her numerous qualities. But the fact was she overwhelmed hearts by her self-reliance and personal conduct. It was her anecdotes that helped her motivate people to emulate her conduct in life.  

On many occasions, she chose to reprimand by questioning the modern-day offsprings' psyche about their parents, especially in their advance years.  She always propagated about children's moral duty to care for parents and especially the most ignored and sidelined grandparents. She basically opted to hold mirror to all of us quite humbly, but at times, also quite boldly. 

She always felt disappointed on noticing the diminishing moral values in our families. But she never put the entire blame on children. She never minced words while conveying "Jiven Man Pyo Apne Buzurgan Da Aadar Karn Ge, Bachche te Ohi Tariqa Sikhan Ge" (children adopt from parents' treatment of their elders).  

Though it is hard to believe that such a great soul has left us all today, Mataji will never cease to exist in our hearts. It was visible in her death. Since the moment the news of her passing away reached the families, a pall of gloom has descended on us who were fortunate to have grown up under her always sweet and soothing shadow. She taught us so much all her life.  But still, all words feel useless to convey our heartfelt gratitude as she has vanished to hear us anymore. 

That day Pawan Bhaiya, who devoted his entire life along with his wife -- Manoj and loving kids --  Aseem and Aastha  in ensuring an infallible care of Mataji, felt praying for his mother's soul to get accepted in Baikunth Dham, when he chose to sing: "Prabhu Karna Ho To Karna Dena ...Bhav Sagar Se Paar Humein...

Peri Pena Mataji!!!!!!!!!!!!! You will always remain in our hearts.

And, I decided to close my Facebook world...

Photography...finally it's happening in a major way

Feb 23, 2013

Being able to capture any place in a new or rarely observed manner is a thing which is overwhelming me these days. Be it any place, it turns an unprecedented joy only when I am able to click it in an interesting way. 

Though any word of sincere appreciation proves moral-boosting to attempt more in a creative way, I don't wait for anyone's like or dislike. For me, photography is a turning a medium to feel what appeals to my soul today and forever. Whatever I have always cherished watching, noticing, or appreciating in words or silence, I am trying to capture. 

Photography, which is a great medium to represent anything like any painting or a write up, has just struck my mind perhaps for the best. I feel it's actually expanding my horizon of thinking, feeling and, more importantly, celebrating life in a new way.

Friends and admirers are enabling me to learn more to be able to cater in a better way in next attempt. Thanks to some blogs to online clips, shutterbugs like me are able to learn something without quitting essential chores of life i.e. job. The constraint and regret of not having the best of the equipments other than a digital camera of Nikon now feels blessing in disguise. 

This newly found passion, for last four years, has happened perhaps at the right time in my life. It has given me an alternate activity to shift from occasional reading about countries around the world, as required by my journalistic career, and be happy about learning much more than I can and be known about it too. 

I don't think there can be anything better than being able to enhance one's social and professional image by just pressing a button of an equipment off and on. I click when I can. Beyond the morning or evening, the ideal time for clicking the best shots in the effect of sunlight, I click whenever I feel like doing it. And, frankly saying, I feel it every time these days. 

A Writer's Struggle (My first

By: SANDEEP DATTA(INDIA)

17 Dec 2003 08:52 GMT
(http://www.indymedia.org/nl/2003/12/110210.shtml)
A brief revealation of the insults of an individual who dares to take writing as a career. How every other person behaves discouragingly and demotivate the nice initiative of a future hero.

A Writer’s Struggle Dec.16 , 1.15 a.m. Rarely do we hear of great writers having lived a happy life. Instead they face more bad times than you or me do in our lives. Like any other ordinary gury they dream and give their wish a try.

Like most of us they do have very frustrating times when writing even a single sentence looks an uphill task. They feel frustrated like any one of us. They are not just laughed at but sometimes even face the hootings too.

In such odd times they search for people who do not remind them of their failures. At times the discomfort is too much to bear. But do they stop trying any more ? No way. Rather they take it as a challenge to prove themselves before all. Life does not offer flowers or appreciations of peers to them. It is the insult that they usually recieve.Generally they are left to boost up their pride on their own. No friend, no family member helps.

At times they confront disappointment ,bad-luck and sometimes even rejectionof their talent like no one else does. Everyone hurts and discourages. But do they submit to these obstructions? Perhaps not .

May be they know that to rise higher than others they got to deal with these things wisely and bravely. Living in vulnerable conditions or among most frustrating people does not stop them from working hard. They try with a self-belief of proving thier true potential on the highest platform. They refuse to submit no matter how much tough they are tested by time or luck.

To them everything is not available instead they have to manage in its absense too. They develop themselves in such an adjustable personality which can work without many important things.Any needful object or facilities are not allowed to become an impediment.

For they know that they have to produce results in any condition. People make fun of them when they mistakenly reveal their plans. Their potential is doubted as if it has been exaggeratedly mentioned.

Many names are given to them by hooters to humiliate. Probably not just to insult but to finisth every single motivation nurtring inside their mind. Any claim of quality is treated as a joke. No one raises hand of friendship but even loved ones behave like a foe.

The life is made like a hell by others. The questining gestures of others look like abuses remarked on one’s face. Ignoring any bleak possibility of one’s fortune people behave like enemies.

Perhaps this shattering experience of life makes one a resilient soul. The hidden writer gives a push of creative flash and the power builds up from within. The heart begins trusting the emerging mind-flashes and confidence comes in.

The consistency maintained over the years starts paying off. The destination seems within one’s reach. Despite loosing in early battles the determined mind gets certain to win.

The pen starts producing great expressions with unbelievable smoothness. First the individual himself or herself get surprised then the rest of the world gets amazed. And when, on some fine day, any big reward is bestowed by the lord’s blessing then this same world applauds.

On that occasion this applause is the admission of the world who ones ‘s doubted this hopless soul. And all this becomes possible because of that resilience that a writer shows in all phases of his or her struggle-filled life. Dec.16 2.35 a.m

Beware! Click Yourself With Care

By Sandeep Datta

If cellphones have changed the world so have the social networking sites like Facebook or Orkut. The photo album options on these sites, in particular, appear to have literally enabled us to open a small window of our life for others to have a glimpse or 'envy'. But HOW some of our photographs reach porn sites?

The other day one of my computer professional friends shared a highly useful and important secret with me. Though many of you may not be as ignorant as I was, still it may prove useful checking whether we or our friends take any precaution or just carelessly click and post on sites or feel they are 'safe' in our laptops.

Though I initially felt mentioning about all this in some article 'fursat se' or, at leisure but could not resist sharing and informing one and all at the earliest. The objective is to aware all those who habitually click family photographs at home and at times post almost everything or something of their personal lives too online.

With some extra care, we can surely lead a safe life without turning a laughing stock among our friends or foes in the web world. So here is what my friend told me ...

He mentioned about a common blunder that most of us, especially school or college students or honeymooners do. They click they personal moments as a 'private treasure of a lifetime', but end up losing all that due to carelessness or sheer stupidity.

No wonder such individuals get trapped into the hands of blackmailers, hackers, or most importantly serve as fresh fodder for pornographic sites due to their stolen photos. But there are certain precautions, all of us must take by remembering a few points.

"Whatever you click or save in computer never gets erased or deleted permanently. Whenever the chip of your cellphone or hard disk of computer gets either sold, repaired or left in the custody of any stranger, most of the times it is copied."

"There are  many softwares available in market and used by many individuals (mechanics or engineers or hackers) to steal whatever you EVER clicked and stored even if you feel you have already deleted that using 'Shift + Delete' keys."

"The best option is not to click, record or save anything which you never want being used on pornographic sites involving you or any of your loved one," he suggested.

 Unsurprisingly, many of us don't think twice before clicking ourselves even in private moments. The internet world is full of such private but stolen pics.

He said there are many softwares that can recover the 'deleted' pics. I have requested him to inform me about a few such softwares so that the general public, including schoolchildren and married couples, could be alarmed properly. I am awaiting that info. but felt sharing with all.

The information shared is on the basis of tips shared by that computer professional friend who revived 600 pics that were considered deleted and forgotten since that official camera was purchased.

If you have any doubt, one can find or check for such softwares' existence on the internet any day. After all it just takes, one googling attempt to start livign wisely and see how most of us are doing the hara-kiri with our 'darling' camera. Keep clicking, but with utmost care!

A Gang-rape Which Shook The Indian Soul

By Sandeep Datta

A pall of gloom and anger overwhelmed the Indians as they learned about the gang-rape of a 23-year-old woman in south Delhi by six beasts on Dec 23, 2012.

The barbaric attack on the woman who was all set to marry in two months along with her fiance shocked the country while stirring the Indians' soul. People turned anguished over the administrative and executive system that exist in the name of Delhi government and Delhi police.

People have many unanswered questions from this system and their chosen leaders who enjoy life in high security while making a mockery of common man's life. The citizens want to know if their daughters, sisters or even mothers are living in a country or jungle where any group of beasts could pounce on any weak creature.

Regardless of tall claims of beefing up security measures or introducing 'stringent' punishments, people are now compelled to think if their lives or security has any meaning at all to 'their' leaders or not? For all know, tomorrow it could be their own daughter or sister meeting the same fate as this woman from Uttar Pradesh met. 

People are shocked at the extent of barbarism of six individuals who went mad to satisfy their sexual desire and  assaulted the physio-therapy student and her fiance in a moving bus on a chilling night.

Shockingly, one of the rapists who was most brutal in inserting even an iron rod to make the helpless woman's misery terrible, can today escape maximum punishment under the law under which he is 'a juvenile'.   

It these six individuals could cross all limits of savageness while beating, raping, inserting rod and taking turns to rape the woman, why cannot the judiciary act as per its discretion and make it an exemplary case of punishmen? People wish to know.

The incident has evoked a strong public angst against the existing law and order system. Even after 20 days the anguish is still there and visible not just on Jantar Mantar but in every household.

Almost every other day more news of gang rapes are filling crime pages of dailies. From elderly to kids, who is not getting raped. Surely, individuals are daring to rape because they have no fear.

When the youth hit streets to seek justice and question the state of governance, they were treated like rioters or enemies of  the country. Can there be anything more shameful?    

On the very first day of the protest while it was very difficult to reach offices or leave quilts at home due to chill outside, about four thousand college and school students gathered at Vijay Chowk, near Rashtrapati Bhavan. They wanted to express their long-suppressed anger over the prevailing conditions in Delhi. 

It was heartening to watch how police acted on justice seekers despite extreme cold. They went berserk in the name of controlling the largely student crowd at India Gate and Vijay Chowk. 

Forceful water cannons to baton-charging were used to silence the youngsters and discourage them from letting the issue become a national protest. It would be naive to suggest or believe that the police' callousness could have taken place without a go-ahead from the top man, responsible to ensure no revolutionary movement in the country.

The government knew an escalation of public outrage over the fate of rapists could have a ripple effect on the upcoming elections, particularly 2013 Delhi Assembly elections and the parliamentary polls due in 2014.

Various political leaders, fancying their chances of turning masses' leaders, were shooed off by youngsters-dominated crowd during its peak while the poor rape victim was struggling on ventilator for life.  

The Indian Supreme Court is yet to take Suo Motto cognigance of police brutality to quell a growing crowd of protesters and its accountability for failing to prevent a gang-rape on road. But the attitude of a group of people in not extending even a piece of cloth on the naked and brutally beaten couple when they were found thrown on a road has also been equally shameful.  

Though the victim woman could not last long despite a determined effort to survive and seek justice, her struggle to live and courage to record her statement twice before officials have shaken the countrymen's soul. 

The future of our country -- the youth -- have raised a strong voice on India's Rajpath. They seek clarity on citizens' security not just in the capital but also in every nook and corner of the country be it Haryana, U.P. Bihar, Tamil Nadu, Goa or any part of the North East states, the country's sisters, daughters and children need safe place to exist. They cannot be left fend for themselves in a jungle full of such hungry beasts. 

While people are expected to rethink their "who cares" psyche, if they expect any help tomorrow from others, citizens wish to know what exemplary punishment the Congress-led government can ensure that such a heinous crime is not repeated anywhere. 

Youngsters and parents have questioned the deaf and dumb system in the national capital of a democratic country. They have sought explanation from Delhi Chief Minister Sheila Dikshit, Police Commissioner Neeraj Kumar, Lt. Governor Tejendra Khanna and also Union Home Minister Sushil Kumar Shinde and lastly the father of three girls, Prime Minister Manmohan Singh. 

They wish to know what these individuals will feel and expect from the system if tomorrow their school or college-going daughter, or working or household wife or even a little granddaughter is subjected to the harrowing experience of gang rape?. 

Even today not just the protesters, but parents and children in every household want a strong system to punish such barbarian criminals at the earliest. Some want death, some want not so easy death but chemical castration, or anything equally brutal. There are millions of voices, but the government wants to play safe.

Had their been some equally brutal system of punishment against such crimes like it exists in Saudi Arabia, no individual could dare even touch a woman at any time of the day. 

Hence, the people now want to know the extent of justice today's politicians and police system intend to ensure against such criminals, adult or so called juvenile before the Janta Janardan, the general public, begins deciding things on its own from next time onward.  

                                           शब्दों  की  महत्वता  और  टूटते  रिश्ते

दिसंबर 30, 2012

ये शब्दों  की  दुनिया है।  शब्दों  की  गरिमा  को  समझना कितना ज़रूरी हो चला है। पर वहीँ जो लोग इस बात को अभी तक नहीं समझ पाए , उनको उनके शब्दों की चुभन और असर का एहसास करा पाना कितना मुश्किल सा है।

हमारे रिश्ते शब्दों से ही तो बनते और बिगड़ते हैं। पर कितने लोग अभी तक समझ पाए हैं। फिर भी व्यंग भरी भाषा का प्रयोंग नहीं छोड़ते। वैसे ही अब सच्चे रिश्ते नहीं बन पते, जो बने हों उनकों हमारे चुभने वाले शब्द ज्यादा साँसे लेने नहीं देते। घृणा, व्यंग, आलोचना, ये सब रिश्तों की बर्बादी का कारण बनते चले जाते हैं और हम ज़रा सा कभी सोचते भी नहीं। आखिर क्यों?

रिश्ते नाते बहुत मुश्किल से बनते हैं क्या हम उन्हें यूँ ही ख़त्म करते जायेंगे?

काश लोग कुछ भी बोलने से पहले सोचते और अपने प्रियजनों से सोच समझकर वार्तालाप करते। दिक्कत तब होती है जब लोग लोग पहले तो कुछ भी कह जाते हैं और बाद में बिना गलती की गहराई का एहसास किये माफ़ी मांगना शुरू कर देते हैं।

माफ़ी तब मांगी जाती है जब वो दिल से शर्मिंदगी को व्यक्त करती हुई लग रही हो तभी वो माफ़ी सही मायने में क्षमा योग्य होती है।  

Baruah the great!

By Sandeep Datta

It was Baruah's farewell today. The event was being planned for last 20 days. Should it be turned a big thing or small one was the main subject for Foreign Desk all these days.

The main thing which was consistently taking away the joy of organising a good send-off was Baruah's behaviour with everyone since getting into one-month notice-period of resignation. He turned sarcastic, extremely lazy and more pain in the arse for his team, including the boss, more than he had always been. 

When the day arrived, I, who was perhaps closest to him, had lost any interest in him. He was back in his typical self -- selfish, insensitive and insulting to anyone and everyone around him. It felt disappointing to see a person completing his over five years in IANS having failed to learn the value of peers.

On the final moment, when it was his turn to deliver the farewell speech following euologies by his immediate boss Dr. Rahul and M.R. Narayanswamy, Baruah opted to do what was least expected of him. 

He thanked MR and all others in the office except his Rahul or his colleagues. When pointed out, 'in lighter vein', that he forgot even Rahul in his word of thanks, he said: "Main to bhool he gaya"!

His last question on the last working day with me was: "Why people don't like to share the information they have about any development happening around and known to them? Even after staying together for whole day one of my close friends, who has enjoyed Daru from me at times and had a very good time having fun together, didn't bother telling me that Assam's chief minister was arriving in Delhi. Why did he do so Sandeep?" 

 I told Baruah, who is all set to join as 'Bureau Chief' till the right person is found for the post in the Seven Sisters, an Assam-based daily,: "Brother, In media or life...good and trustful relations are nurtured on the basis of sincerity with others and not with over smartness.We have to show a sincere attitude to others to evoke an equally favourable or helping response later. And, always remember Media is a small industry what goes around that comes around."  

Maybe he couldn't get the moral of the story.