Life or any symbiotic existence must had begun from an Oasis surrounded by a lifeless desert. This desert is always lonely, infertile and solitary and bears the capacity to pause or resist any form of evolutionary growth. And the Oasis too is only a serendipity... its existence is based solely on Karma (Luck) of the living being on the one hand and blessing (fortune) upon the living being on the other.
The Dream of an unending journey on a highway surrounded by a lifeless sandy desert... suddenly got broken with a striking knock on the door and a harsh crackling sound of a young boy " Govind ji.. Govind Ji.. tiffin " . Govind, a post graduate in Science from Allahabad University, is living in this Canopy above the parking space of a small 200 sq yards three storied building in this concrete slum of North Delhi. Below him on the ground floor is a two bed room house whose one bedroom and drawing room were occupied by two young boys, Aditya and Prabhat in their early 20's and the second bedroom with a separate back door entry (from service lane) was shared by a group of girls from North East. It was always a mystery for Govind and the other two occupants as to how many girls or boys were sharing that room and what do they do. Though Irritated by that tiffin boy's wake up strike .. Govind politely told him to leave the tiffin at the door with a subtle note hidden in his voice expressing a request for not to repeat the demand of that unpaid monthly bill.
Govind is an over qualified younger son of a retired Government school principal of Gorakhpur . His qualification has resisted him to accept those small odd private jobs offered to him in Gorakhpur. His fad for civil services.. which is also the fancy, fantasy or passion of another more then half a million youngsters between the age of 21 to 30 yrs living in many similar Ghettos of Delhi.. or an identity crisis of an unemployed youth or an aimless, jobless and just short of hopeless situation or the copy cat response of migration of his friends and college mates in search of coaching for civil services or success stories of one or two of their University seniors who got lucky from these coaching factories could be the reason for his presence in that 10 ft by 10ft cubicle. During past 4 years of his stay in Delhi this is Govind's fifth dwelling.. luxurious enough to get an independent room in just four grands with only one annoyance that the rest room was at a distance of 100 meters from the room in the back of house approachable only from service lane.
Last night was one of those extrerme nights where sleep generally betrays and succumbs to anxiety. For the past 4 years it occured to him only on two ocasions.. a night preceeding exam and on the day of result. Today his heart full of hope and a timid mind are scuffling inside making him impatient and cramped. It was his third attempt out of maximum possible four to appear in this exam. Bubble bees might stick together at the time of mating only but anxiety and the common cause for that anxiety forces human beings to form social groups. Govind quickly goes downstairs for a cup of tea with Aditya and Prabhat. Aditya was also a civil service aspirant and who too is also awaiting the result of that preliminary exam. The ambience is full of that golden silence awaiting the answer. The answer to the hopes of more then 1 million aspirants and the fruition day of the war of nerves which is also the outcome of that competition with self and destiny's desire. The day will determine the presence and whereabout of that Oasis in this concrete desert.. the day of serendipity. By 12 O'clock another six friends of Govind and Aditya flocked themselves in that drawing room. Govind choses himself to be the last of those 8 persons to enter his roll number in the computer. By the time of Govind's turn only Aditya, who was the youngest in the group, had qualified the exam and has not so far expressed any happiness and maintained stoic keeping in mind the sensitivity of others. Govind while completely sweating enters his roll number , his face turned pale and a dejected voice comes straight from his heart " Aditya ji, this time again....
The Dream of an unending journey on a highway surrounded by a lifeless sandy desert... suddenly got broken with a striking knock on the door and a harsh crackling sound of a young boy " Govind ji.. Govind Ji.. tiffin " . Govind, a post graduate in Science from Allahabad University, is living in this Canopy above the parking space of a small 200 sq yards three storied building in this concrete slum of North Delhi. Below him on the ground floor is a two bed room house whose one bedroom and drawing room were occupied by two young boys, Aditya and Prabhat in their early 20's and the second bedroom with a separate back door entry (from service lane) was shared by a group of girls from North East. It was always a mystery for Govind and the other two occupants as to how many girls or boys were sharing that room and what do they do. Though Irritated by that tiffin boy's wake up strike .. Govind politely told him to leave the tiffin at the door with a subtle note hidden in his voice expressing a request for not to repeat the demand of that unpaid monthly bill.
Govind is an over qualified younger son of a retired Government school principal of Gorakhpur . His qualification has resisted him to accept those small odd private jobs offered to him in Gorakhpur. His fad for civil services.. which is also the fancy, fantasy or passion of another more then half a million youngsters between the age of 21 to 30 yrs living in many similar Ghettos of Delhi.. or an identity crisis of an unemployed youth or an aimless, jobless and just short of hopeless situation or the copy cat response of migration of his friends and college mates in search of coaching for civil services or success stories of one or two of their University seniors who got lucky from these coaching factories could be the reason for his presence in that 10 ft by 10ft cubicle. During past 4 years of his stay in Delhi this is Govind's fifth dwelling.. luxurious enough to get an independent room in just four grands with only one annoyance that the rest room was at a distance of 100 meters from the room in the back of house approachable only from service lane.
Last night was one of those extrerme nights where sleep generally betrays and succumbs to anxiety. For the past 4 years it occured to him only on two ocasions.. a night preceeding exam and on the day of result. Today his heart full of hope and a timid mind are scuffling inside making him impatient and cramped. It was his third attempt out of maximum possible four to appear in this exam. Bubble bees might stick together at the time of mating only but anxiety and the common cause for that anxiety forces human beings to form social groups. Govind quickly goes downstairs for a cup of tea with Aditya and Prabhat. Aditya was also a civil service aspirant and who too is also awaiting the result of that preliminary exam. The ambience is full of that golden silence awaiting the answer. The answer to the hopes of more then 1 million aspirants and the fruition day of the war of nerves which is also the outcome of that competition with self and destiny's desire. The day will determine the presence and whereabout of that Oasis in this concrete desert.. the day of serendipity. By 12 O'clock another six friends of Govind and Aditya flocked themselves in that drawing room. Govind choses himself to be the last of those 8 persons to enter his roll number in the computer. By the time of Govind's turn only Aditya, who was the youngest in the group, had qualified the exam and has not so far expressed any happiness and maintained stoic keeping in mind the sensitivity of others. Govind while completely sweating enters his roll number , his face turned pale and a dejected voice comes straight from his heart " Aditya ji, this time again....
Last night was one of those extrerme nights where sleep generally betrays and succumbs to anxiety. For the past 4 years it occured to him only on two ocasions.. a night preceeding exam and on the day of result. Today his heart full of hope and a timid mind are scuffling inside making him impatient and cramped. It was his third attempt out of maximum possible four to appear in this exam. Bubble bees might stick together at the time of mating only but anxiety and the common cause for that anxiety forces human beings to form social groups. Govind quickly goes downstairs for a cup of tea with Aditya and Prabhat. Aditya was also a civil service aspirant and who too is also awaiting the result of that preliminary exam. The ambience is full of that golden silence awaiting the answer. The answer to the hopes of more then 1 million aspirants and the fruition day of the war of nerves which is also the outcome of that competition with self and destiny's desire. The day will determine the presence and whereabout of that Oasis in this concrete desert.. the day of serendipity. By 12 O'clock another six friends of Govind and Aditya flocked themselves in that drawing room. Govind choses himself to be the last of those 8 persons to enter his roll number in the computer. By the time of Govind's turn only Aditya, who was the youngest in the group, had qualified the exam and has not so far expressed any happiness and maintained stoic keeping in mind the sensitivity of others. Govind while completely sweating enters his roll number , his face turned pale and a dejected voice comes straight from his heart " Aditya ji, this time again....
